Trust

Leonel took a slow step forward, and then another. His aura continued to grow, the burden on his shoulders solidifying as he faced off against the now somewhat shaken army of a thousand. 

However, though they were shaken for a moment, their discipline ultimately shone through. Their own momentum began to climb, clashing against Leonel's and almost smothering it down to ash. 

And yet, Leonel still took another step, and then another, before he suddenly broke out into a run. 

His heart shone resplendently, and his momentum wouldn't be waned by the likes of these people. 

With his spear, he would cut down anything that stood in his way. 

… 

Aina sat on a rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth. Her mind seemed to be at peace, a far cry from Elaine, who seemed to be losing her mind.