Chapter 321: Climate Catastrophe (2/2)

Such massive changes to climate should have occurred over centuries, millennia, even. Yet, in this new world order, it all seemed to be happening simultaneously.

At this point, everyone had been focused on clearing out as many Invalids and Zones as possible, all so that a normal society could be rebuilt. But, this sudden change caught everyone off guard.

At that moment, Emperor Fawkes stood within Earth's central palace. His hands were clasped behind his back, his flowing white hair whipping about in the surging winds as the sky darkened.

His eyes narrowed. He seemed to realize that a massive change was coming even sooner than he anticipated. But, he wasn't sure of what this could mean for the future of Earth. They weren't ready for such a change just yet…

…

Within Camelot's world, Leonel had no idea what was happening to Earth at this moment. However, even if he did, there was nothing he could do about it. He had to stay focused on the task at hand.

Though he had forced his enemies into a corner and seemingly so easily, at that, he still couldn't feel at ease.

He seemed to have earned this victory. He knew that there was a limit to how powerful those of higher Dimensions could send here. With them being restricted in strength, it shouldn't be shocking that they'd lose to a prepared Leonel.

But still, Leonel couldn't shake off the feeling no matter how hard he tried. A Unique Zone… shouldn't be this easily resolved.

As Leonel was lost in thought, a figure had begun to stealthily move within the group of individuals he was protecting. Leonel didn't seem to react to this change. In fact, even Arthur and Mordred who were both elites among elites didn't sense this change.

After a moment, it became obvious why. Not only was this person exceptionally good at hiding their intentions, but they had been standing near Leonel from start to finish. Yet, even after several moments of this endless attack of beasts, this person had still not made their move.

At that instant, Pope Margrave coughed up a mouthful of blood. He had reached his limit. Sustaining the stamina of two elites was too much even for him despite the support of his treasure.

Seeing this, Leonel slightly relaxed. Maybe he was too anxious. There was no way they could have contingency plans for such an event, right? How many could casually control a tide of hundreds of beasts like this?

It was exactly then that the shadow within the group acted. Their actions were so swift that even in the instant they were acting, no one reacted to what was happening.

The blade was quick, lethal and merciless. It prayed on the moment Leonel let his guard down like an elite assassin in the night.

It charged through the heavy rain, cut through the sharp winds, and aimed for Leonel's back, ready to pierce through his heart. Leonel was finished.

Still, even then, the shadow didn't relax. As a professional, until Leonel had breathed his last, celebration would never be on their mind.

PCHU!

The blade reached Leonel's back and the shaft of the weapon followed through.

The shadow smiled. It was done.

”A shame…”

The shadow froze.

”… Had you wielded anything but a spear, you might have had a chance…”

The indifferent voice continued to drift into the shadows ears.

”… Isn't that right, Coyote?”