Anya landed on the ground far more softly than one might expect. As the colors in the sky changed, a battle of proportions far to world-changing and epic to describe beginning, she didn't seem very affected by it. But at the same time, Leonel seemed to have noticed her at all either.
While Anya had been focused on Leonel the entire time, Leonel himself had only faintly noticed her appearance before ignoring her entirely. At this moment, almost all of Leonel's computing power was trying to find a way out of this.
His gaze was frighteningly cold, the space before his eyes seeming to freeze a great deal. However, no matter how he racked his brain, nothing seemed to be enough. The scale of the battle above him was far too much.