The Weight of a Father's Love

Velasco's spear descended, the last of his Force piercing through the world.

Everything in its path was shredded to pieces, nothing it touched could remain unscathed. It was a strike that carried the purity of fatherhood, casting light onto the shadows and brightness upon the dark. Even compared to the strike he had used to kill King, Velasco knew that this was the greatest spear strike he had ever levied in his life.

It was his greatest pride.

Anselma's attack never touched even a single hair on Leonel's head.

Velasco fell into silence, the last echo of his laughter filling the skies. His spear was steady, his back was straight. But at that moment, his pair of glasses, a pair that he had begun to wear the day his son was born, and did until this very day, fell from his nose, clicking as it landed on the ground below.