BREAK!

Leonel roared and pierced forward with a single arm. 

"BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"

He only struck out a single time, but he roared out thrice, layering everything he had left into this single strike. 

Focused and intentional, bearing his very soul itself. He tapped into the foundations of his Weapon Force, their arrogance, their undaunting confidence to pierce through the veil of the very world itself. 

… 

Gervaise held onto Roesia's body, his frown only growing deeper and deeper. His entire attention was truly focused on her, and his mind was racing as he tried to understand how he could fix this. But no matter what he thought of, it all felt inadequate. 

There was only one conclusion, and it was the conclusion that was obvious to him from the very start. If his wife didn't want to live, then no one, not even he, could make her do so. 

She was in control of her own world, her own soul, her own Idol.