Maleagant’s Final Form
"He's awake…" Morgana whispered.
"Huh?" Leo swiveled his head in her direction. "Who is?"
"Maleagant… he's not playing around anymore," Morgana replied. "Can't you feel it, Leo?"
Now that she mentioned it, Leo had felt a kind of spiritual quake erupt from inside Deathman's Wonderland. It was like a cloud of nauseous fumes had just exploded out of some deep crevice.
"Is that a good thing for us?" Leo asked as he faced forward once more and watched his two cyclopes battle against the White Liger. "Or is that bad?"
"I'm not sure…" Morgana admitted.
There was a sound of snapping fingers and the two lesser vampires that had kamikaze-charged Leo's position dissolved into dust without zero warning. Morgana had ended them just like that.
A third vampire managed to shrug off whatever invisible power she'd used against the others but his head exploded before he could reach Leo.
"I murdered you!" Max called. "You're welcome, Leo-boyo!"