The rebellion
"Yes…. I am their leader" Leo said, with amusement evident under his voice, as Duke Victor felt his soul leave his body.
Leo saw it all happen in slow motion.
The constriction of the Duke's pupils.
The abrupt pause in his breathing.
The sudden draining of blood from the top layer of the skin, making him look a shade paler.
And the unmistakable smell of ammonia, which suggested that the Duke had just wet himself.
He was in shock, and rightfully so, as a situation that he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams now unfolded before him.
"You-you're the rebel leader?" He asked, his voice quivering as he tried to slide away from Leo, however, it was to no avail.
*Crunch*
Stomping hard on his leg, Leo crushed the Duke's bone, as he pinned him to the spot.
"AGHHHHHH—" The Duke screamed in pain, his pain filled voice propagating throughout the mansion, as his underlings were immediately alerted.