The sky, which had darkened suddenly, cleared when Leon's golden glow began dimming as he turned away from Tiger's roasted body.
Leon's silver-black suit glowed when the sun appeared and shone its light on him as he stopped at the far end of the platform, waiting to be drifted back up.
Countless soldiers stood on their feet and watched as Leon appeared fully before them when the raft reached twelve feet above the Death Pit.
Some of the soldiers brushed the backs of their palms against their eyes when Leon passed before them. Other soldiers shifted their gazes from Leon as if he was a god that needed not to be seen with bare eyes.
"That wasn't a fight," a voice rose from the far front and broke the suffocating silence after Leon had passed five minutes ago. "He didn't even use a weapon to break them. What the FUCK!"
