Leonel's senses were too sharp by now. It only took a glance for him to scan the entire room despite how vast it was. And that was exactly why he spotted his uncle in the first instant.
Montez looked completely different. Leonel wouldn't say that he was only about 50% similar to the man he had once been. He was far more Dream Asura now than human, and those around him keeping their distance seemed to realize this as well.
After the Demoness' actions, the Dream Asuras had gone from a respectable Demi-God Race to a public enemy that was almost placed on the same level as the Invalids.
Montez sat there, leaning against a wall with the butt of his spear between his legs and its blade resting over his shoulder and against the wall. He looked more like a mercenary than a participant, his body caked in blood.
Leonel's jaw set. He would be a fool if he didn't feel that this was yet another plot of the Demoness.
But to what end?