A short distance away from the heart of the chaos, Leonid bent slightly, lowering himself to reach Robin's level as he sat calmly on the ground amid the distant roars and explosions. Leonid raised his hand and gestured toward the massive imperial guard who had just violently headbutted the bull-like space beast.
"That's Drake, the commander of the Body Division," he said in a low, respectful voice.
"An extremely special individual, when it comes to power, he's not far Latania, Malik and Wade."
"Hm?"
Robin didn't turn his head. He only shifted his eyes in that direction. A faint, dim golden light shimmered within them for a few seconds, reflecting hidden perception and deep calculation, before fading. Then he gave a slow, serious nod, "…His battle's outcome already looks decided."
