The City of Ideals, Already Distant

Amid the ranks of the army, Leon was slaughtering to his heart's content.

The terrifyingly powerful army, the bone-chilling killing intent directed solely at him, the tension of dancing on a blade's edge at every moment, and the blood-soaked scent filling the air—all of it left him deeply satisfied.

He could no longer remember when he had last experienced a battle like this.

His love of battle, carved into his very bones, made every spirit particle in his body cry out in praise as he savored this rare moment of bliss through action.

If there was one regret, it was that he had not descended in his true body this time.

Still, Leon did not care too much. If he truly encountered someone who warranted his true body's descent...