A Father's Fury (2)

Leonel's words sounded ridiculous, especially when there was blood spurting out of his mouth and his neck like a fountain. It looked as though he would truly die at any time… even his skin was only becoming paler. 

However, Leonel himself didn't seem to notice the state of his body at all… and neither could Vaelin for reasons he couldn't describe. 

Leonel looked the same, and yet felt entirely different at the same time. The weight of his world descended from above and the Sylvan just felt… heavier. 

Leonel exhaled a breath and a chilly fog came from his lips. 

Then he took a step forward, thrusting out with his spear. 

BANG! 

Leonel's spear almost flew from his hands, the strength of the Sylvan being too much. But Vaelin was still forced to take a step back, being unable to follow up with a counter as fast as he would have usually liked to. 

Vaelin's gaze flickered with surprise. Why was Leonel's spear so much heavier now?