Wrapped in swirling black smoke, Leon launched a charge immediately after declaring war, adding a splash of blood to the emerald green of Emerald Valley.
Facing Leon's heavy wolf-tooth mace, the Goddess of Fortune, whose power had been split into 30,000 fractions by the Joint Responsibility Code and whose soul had been pinned by the Satisfying Scales, appeared as fragile as a puppet.
In this strange war devoid of battle cries, Leon, relying on a variety of tools of torture as weapons, smashed through the headless divine corpses charging at him like a chariot descending from the mountaintop, carving a bright red path of blood and flesh in the completely green Emerald Valley.
Occasionally entangled by the headless divine corpses that surged up in madness, tripping his hands and feet, a brutal tool would temporarily lift the corpses pressing against him, allowing the freed Leon to rise and charge again!
