Ground Them

Leonel thought about his experience. Even with the pain wrecking his body, it was entirely unable to make him lose his focus. He had experienced worse pain during those decades of seclusion, and he had long since learned to focus through it even before then. 

He had come a long way from the young man who almost gave up while awakening his Lineage Factor. Every decision he made after that built upon it perfectly. 

Every time he didn't give up, every time he took the harder, less traveled path, every time he faced off against death and laughed in its face… 

It had built up into the man that could stand here today, covered in blood and deep wounds, suffering from ruptured organs and fragmented bones… 

And yet still having a back that stood as straight as a javelin despite the weight that was pressed onto it. 

Chaos…