(Planet Granada, Leonardo's POV)
Rain poured endlessly across the lonely rock of Granada while thunder rolled through the dark heavens overhead, as Leonardo stood silently beneath the storm clouds with his remaining arm folded behind his back while staring toward the Deceiver standing opposite him.
Ever since losing his arm during the battle against Kaelith, the constant pain lingering within his body had never truly disappeared.
Some days were better than others, while others felt completely unbearable.
However, there had not been a single day where the pain vanished completely.
And so, ever since that fight, Leonardo had started to go down a road of self doubt and self discovery, because receiving origin poisoning was not like any other wound.
It was a sentence.
A slow death.
One that would accompany him until the very end.
Meanwhile, standing opposite him, Mauriss quietly observed the missing arm before eventually breaking into laughter.
"Hahahaha...
