Retreat

Leonel landed heavily on the ground, a long breath leaving his lips. 

His body felt… good. He couldn't explain it with any other words. He just felt free and much better than he had ever before. 

He sent a glance toward the little mink who would currently lying in a pool of its own blood. 

'Forget it, it can't do anything to me in that state anyway. Consider this payback for all that hell you put me through. Whether you live or die is up to yourself.'

Leonel shook his head. It seemed he was still a bit too soft. But, he excused himself of this folly by remembering that Simeon was standing right before him. This was a much greater enemy. 

Leonel's gaze turned cold as his eyes met Simeon's through the cracking palace Formation. A hardly concealed animosity flickered within him.

Simeon frowned. Why did that gaze seem so familiar?