Enough

Elysium hacked up a mouthful of blood. He reached up, trying to grab Leonel's spear, his bloodied fingers grasping at the air, only to fail in the end. He must have been seeing double and triple, the feeling in his chest spreading out uncontrollably until he couldn't tell the origin of the pain at all.

Leonel's wrist flickered, and the man was sent flying.

The Pluto.

They were the Race that had ruled over Existence for as long as anyone could remember. Their bodies weren't as peculiar as the Void Race, nor was their intelligence as prolific as the Sylvans, nor did they have the origins of the God Beasts of Creation like the Minerva.

But they stood at that peak for countless years nonetheless.

In a way, maybe it should have been flattering that they were all here. But Leonel found it amusing instead.