(Meanwhile, Leonardo's POV)
Leonardo could barely control his own muscles as he sprinted across the ruined battlefield, as the fear coursing through his body steadily became greater than the discipline that had guided him as a warrior throughout his entire life.
The dagger given to him by Mauriss felt unusually heavy within his hand.
Every step felt wrong.
Every instinct inside his body screamed at him to stop.
Because what he was about to do would either become the greatest mistake he had ever made, or the decision that saved him from a future filled with endless pain and inevitable death.
'Forgive me for this, uncle...'
Leonardo thought as he continued running.
Because just as Mauriss had explained to him months ago upon Planet Granada, the true trap only began once Leo obtained the boots.
And now that he had finally done exactly that...
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
—--------------
(Planet Granada, Several Months Ago)
