To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
All journeys have one common point that repeats between them all. And it's due to the nature of this element that people would only ever refer to their journeys by all its other aspects but this one.
Leon complained about it in his thoughts back when he was in the forest. He whined about it even before, whenever his missions would require him to travel far back in his original world.
But Leon's current situation was the first for him.
It was the first time when the boredom of the journey brought him near the edge of going on a bloody rampage just to make something happen!
'How in all hell is something so simple so damn annoying?' Leon gritted his teeth.
He had to watch every step of his to match it to the pace of all the other members of the caravan.