This was not Leona’s day. He had been practicing for so long for Spell drive but his victory was still ripped right out from under him, and it hurt. It hurt him so much.

“Stupid, Stupid, Stupid lizard! How dare he do this to me again!”

Leona was seething with anger and hurt. His chest started to feel like it was going to burst. He fell to his knees clutching his chest. Black ink started running down his face. He couldn’t stop it. It was too late.