If not for the Sylvans, much of the information about Leonel wouldn't have already spread so far. They were the only ones capable of seeing through him so easily, and it had only made Leonel's situation all the worse.
Now, there was one camping outside of his world as though he was eager to capitalize on his situation even more.T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m
Leonel was already pissed off to an extreme. Seeing this, he was even more infuriated.
He remembered words he had said a long time ago... there would come a time when people heard the Morales name and quaked in fear...
In that case, he would kill, and kill, and kill... not until they feared, but until he alone was satisfied.
Bracken's screams rang out as he tried to rip himself out of the ground, but it was already too late. The moment he appeared before Leonel in such a precarious situation, he was already finished. He had no one but himself to blame for underestimating the human race so much.
BANG!
The Sylvan's heart exploded, and Leonel's gaze blazed with a fierce violet light.
"[Arise]!"
He felt his own soul shudder when he grasped Bracken's soul. There was actually a layer of protection left there.
Almost the moment he began his attempt, an infuriated roar echoed.
"FAWKES SCUM!"
A tree with bark of blackened ash rose up and out of Bracken's body. It carried an aura no less heart-shuddering than the Ancestor that Leonel had seen come and protect Shan'Rae. But clearly, this time, they were here to protect Bracken instead.
Leonel only took a moment to understand. It seemed that all the most powerful existences of the God Race had protections against this sort of Lineage Factor. Not just that, but they used it as a method of tracking the Fawkes at the first instant.
He could feel the infuriated aura of the True God. Just a single wisp could wipe him out ten times over...
Even so, it was hard to not feel some sort of discontent. It was simply humanoid nature to blame a complicated problem on a single thing instead of taking in the whole picture and accepting part of the blame or passing it on to others that deserved it.
However, though the elders felt this way, they still took a breath and calmed themselves.
They knew it wasn't Leonel's fault. At the very least, this Invalid attack would have come one way or another. But being exposed as Leonel's partners just after he had been exposed to be related to the Northern Star Lineage Factor had truly left them shaken.
It was only now that they had no choice but to finally tell Lumielle the whole truth about what was happening.
The rampaging girl couldn't help but frown when she heard all of this.
However, before she could even reconcile with this matter...
CRACK. CHIII!
Their protective formation finally couldn't hold up any longer.
The Dwarven Race looked ahead with a solemn expression. Their world looked like a shattered snow globe, the fractures in reality allowing the Invalids to pool forward.
Lumielle, who had been pent up for too long already, unleashed a roar as she wanted to charge, but her grandparents held onto her shoulder and stopped her.
At that moment, an array of Force Arts lit up and their mountains became like artillery weapons.
In the end, the Dwarven Race had always survived because of their ingenuity, not their combat prowess. As much as Lumielle wanted to fight... now was not the time.
By this point, the entire Dwarven Race had already been evacuated underground. It wasn't even particularly difficult as they had always preferred this style of living. That left the entire surface world as a place of combat.
If they wanted to hold on for another half year even, they were confident in doing so. They could only hope that the situation would change in that time.
They took deep breaths, trying to calm their agitated hearts.
They could only hope that there would be some sort of miracle...