The closer Leonel got to the finished product, the paler he seemed to become. But, even then, his gaze glowed brighter and brighter.
It was working, it was truly working. Leonel's breathing was heavy, but his vision suddenly started to go black.
…
"—Leonel! LEONEL!"
Leonel shot up, a spurt of blood coming from his nose and dripping down his lips. He quickly wiped it away, his head behind swallowed up by a mind splitting headache.
It took Leonel several moments for his eyes to focus, but when they finally did, he expression twisted into a frown.
He had failed.
"Are you okay?"
Aina looked Leonel up and down, only sighing in relief when he seemed to be intact. But then, she too, began to frown.
"I told you it was dangerous!"