3073 Wrath

Leonel had been angry many times in his life before. He had even thought that he had reached the pinnacle of what was possible for him. He had watched his father die, his own mother had died for him, his world was destroyed, his life was played at the hands of his own grandmother, he had even watched his own wife die before him once before.

He had been through so much, experienced so much, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

Many said that it was impossible to understand the breadth of a parent’s heart or what they were willing to do for their child.

The baby wasn’t even a tangible idea in Leonel’s heart just yet. He didn’t know its gender, what it would grow up to be, what kind of quirks and personality it might have… he knew none of that.

He had always thought himself to be a rational person to a fault. Was it even possible for him to love something that he didn’t know or understand yet? To be pulled by the whims of evolution and instinct instead of the control of his own mind?

But right this moment, all of those thoughts went out the window. He felt rage to the point that it was almost irrational, as though he would crawl across a bed of rusted nails with nothing more than his teeth to pull him forward if he could just take a single bite out of the perpetrator’s flesh. He wanted to boil their blood and stew their bones, dig out their eyes and pull their brains out through their noses.

The rage was so palpable that even Anarchic Force seemed to tremble, unable to come close to the savagery being exuded from Leonel’s mind alone.

There was no one that sensed this aura that didn’t feel a dense sense of fear. The only person that saw it as something else was his wife herself.

Her face paled, but not because of Leonel’s aura. It was instead because he had pressed a hand to her belly and that could only mean one thing.

Her baby… what happened to her baby?

It was simply unforgivable.

Leonel didn’t know what their plan was exactly. Maybe they wanted to use their baby as a trump card, maybe they wanted to use their child as a hostage, maybe they wanted to turn their child against them in the future.

Every potential route Leonel thought of just added to his fury, all the ways this could have gone, all the paths their lives could have taken.

The two of them just wanted to be happy. They had both lost so much in their lives, the world itself didn’t even seem to have much time left at all, and yet these people still insisted on targeting his bottom line again and again.

Leonel’s irises turned entirely red his fury reaching its absolute peak.

The Dream Plane of the God Realm seemed to be thrown into complete upheaval. A venomous fury spread all across the land as though a monument to Leonel’s anger was being built.

It rose higher and higher until it couldn’t be ignored by even the strongest Dream Force experts.

Leonel didn’t care for the changes one bit, his focus entirely on the baby in his wife’s belly.

She continued to hold onto his wrist, the two of them standing there together. Their reactions were completely different, but there was a clear solidarity between the husband and wife at that moment.

It was then that the Soul Bind that had been destroyed began to be forcefully etched back into place. Their baby formed a bridge between the two of them, a pact… an oath that the two of them would be the hands that held up the skies for their child.

Whoever had done this would suffer their wrath.