With the Light Wings vibrating at his back, approaching closer, Leon activated Garner's magic technique, the Molten Flame demon rune emerged, and the scorching gunblade ignited with rolling magic flames.
"Warrior, your mission is complete."
He comforted softly, knowing that the other party could not understand the respect he expressed in the Felu Language.
He swung the gunblade, deftly cutting through the steel thorns binding the other person without harming their skin.
As the iron thorns broke away and the figure fell out of balance, Leon caught hold of him.
"...Who are you...?" The weak Bloodline, unable to see, raised his blind eyes to the silhouette close by, but his unhealed eyes could only see a blinding light.
Leon supported his wounded body, slowly ascended, and with eyes like leaping thunder, he glanced down at the Bloodline from above, his voice cold to the core.
