A Pair of Demons

Leonel appeared high in the skies, a platform of Emulation Spatial Force subtly flickering beneath his feet. 

"Oh?"

Leonel had thought about who it might be, but he didn't think that it would actually be members of the Nomad Race. 

Their Ethereal Glabellas shimmered on their foreheads and their extra hands danced with weapons or twisted into special seals as though they were casting spells. 

Leonel had already expected for this to happen. 

After the Gathering of Kingdoms ended, Existence would enter a frenzied state. It was less accurate to say that they were being personally targeted, and much more accurate to say that these people were desperate and looking for any rope they could hold onto to pull them to shore.