Sorry

Leonel looked down at Talon and then smiled. 

"You've lost weight," he said with a chuckle. 

Talon's gaze flashed with red. 

He truly had. He had been a burly man, proud of iron belly and rippling muscles. But right now, he looked like a skeleton painted in loose skin. Chains flashed in and out of existence on him, and his own blood pooled down his body every time he tried to pull on more and more of his true strength. 

He had been in the Incomplete World for too short a time and his comprehension couldn't compare to Leonel's, on top of the fact his Demi-God constitution and Dimensional level were above the latter's as well. 

Even so, despite the smile on his face, Leonel still felt like he was staring into the maw of a giant. 

This would be his first battle with a true Demi-God, and he could already feel the pressure.

Red tattoos flashed over Talon's body, and his hammers flashed with lightning.