Gervaise stood high in the skies, seemingly half dead. He was missing an arm, and even extended from that, large swaths of skin and flesh had been seared off from his body, making him look like half a skeleton. Even half of his face was gone, leaving nothing but a green eyeball on one side of him.
And that eyeball continued to carry a cold light as it stared down at Leonel.
Leonel stared back at him, not moving as he took deep breaths. He could feel that there was still a very potent danger coming from Gervaise, as though the man was staring at him now only to try and figure out what method of murder he would like to choose.
However, Leonel wasn't someone who would casually lose out in terms of momentum. He too was injured, but his injuries weren't nearly as severe as his grandfather's. The one that had come out on top was clear and obvious…
At least for now.