Blood splashed on the Opal walls when the burning axes moved toward Leon, but it was not his blood.
The second heartbeat hummed in Leon's head when the Syrs bodies collapsed on the ground in patches.
He glanced at it once, then shook his head with a sharp exhale. Flashes of gold light spiked on his back when he walked toward the cave.
His eyes glowed bloody-gold when he turned a sharp stare at the spinning drift shield, now in its war disc mode.
Air blasted at all angles when the spinning disc flew up and dashed out of the cave, carving a hole at its top.
Leon placed his right palm on the Opal wall, then closed his eyes. "Thank you."
When he cracked his eyes open, the red-gold cloth unwrapped itself from Leon's neck and formed a burning halo behind him.
Dust blasted aside on the ground beneath him when his body lifted up in the air like a wingless bird. He hovered for a while before dashing out of the freshly carved hole like a shooting star.
