Chapter 572 - Towering (9) (2/2)

The Variant wanted to scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from the outside, in.

But, as though he couldn't see a thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit up with another flame, lightly piercing into the Variant's body.

His movements were slow and deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the hearts of those who watched on.

Black smoke began to emit from Leonel's lips as though his inner organs were being charred. But, once again, he didn't seem to notice as he pressed into the Invalid's body with yet another scarlet flame.

From start to finish, Leonel didn't speak a single word. Even when the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he remained completely indifferent as though these matters had nothing to do with him.

Motes of light suddenly appeared above the pile of ash. They were so large that they far outstripped even Leonel's own body.

After a moment, they swept into him, giving the young man who seemed to stand at the center of the world an even more dazzling radiance.

With a flip of his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing to his feet before he slowly rose into the air.

With movements as nimble as he could muster with just a single arm, he brought Aina down from his back, a light smile gracing his features.

Aina buried her head into his chest. She had so many words she wanted to say, but none of them seemed to want to make themselves known. She simply held onto him with all her might, her small hands clawing at his exposed back.

Leonel used his one good remaining arm to pat her on the head, his heart filled with warmth and affection.

Leonel controlled his jet black surfboard, gliding to the edge of the City. Whether by accident, or intentional, he slowly passed over Anared's head.

Even now, the Heir couldn't move. Leonel could see the look of the Keafir family City Lord in the distance, a gaze that could very well kill. He could see the fear and horror coloring the gazes of those three women who stood upon the Keafir family city walls as well. However, a single cursory glance was all he spared them.

He looked down at Aina who was still buried in his chest before speaking to Anared who was straining to look up at him from below.

”There are some words that should never  be spoken. Because no matter what, you'll have to pay the consequences for them.”

Heira's expression changed. Leonel's words were soft, but everyone seemed to hear them, just like everyone had heard Anared speak of killing Aina.

”Leonel!” Heira's words practically came out like a screech. ”Be very careful with your next actions, there are some people you can't afford to provoke!”

Leonel continued to stroke Aina's hair as though he couldn't hear the shrill cries.

”You all like dropping cities, right?” Leonel replied softly.

Leonel glided out of the range of the two cities, standing high in the skies as he Towered over the masses.

Under the horrified gazes of the people of Terrain, the floating city began to descend, accelerating until the wind pressure alone seemed capable of ripping them apart.

Anared watched as the city fell upon his head, his indifferent expression finally giving way to despair in his final moments.

BANG!