The Return

"Why the long faces?" Leonardo peeked from behind the flute master's back with a faint smile, the halberd piercing through the latter's body as its frame crackled with lightning. 

Blood trickled down the poor man's chin and on the black weapon, sizzling into vapor within a split second of touch. The flute master coughed, his complexion growing paler by the second as his eyes reflected a look that gave up on living. 

His aura grew chaotic and unstable as a sign of imminent self-destruction by detonating his star core. What does the detonation of a small star imply? Leonardo didn't want to find out nor did the other three. 

"Break some distance!" 

"Move away!"