The many leads he had investigated has lead him here to the heart of the Spooky Forest. A place fit for such a malignant force such as the Witch, Alleria.
The only sound to be heard was the clanking of metal plated shoes, crickets and eerie howling of the wind. The darkness of the forest was nothing to Leonard as he walked with death in his eyes. That sharp look he always had strikes fear in the hearts of many. It seems even the spirits of the place avoid the death-driven Blademaster. He is out for blood, perhaps even more.
After a few steps, he arrived at a clearing in the heart of the forest. There he stopped walking and looked around, moving only his head and/or eyes. He felt a dark force, one he had felt only once. Then flashing images of the falling cathedral, and a beautiful figure, tilted due to his lying down position on the ruble of the cathedral. Alleria is near but it mattered not to him. Leonard was undaunted he stood still, appearing as an open target.
By this time, the wind blew and howled. His muscles were clenched, his fists were tight, and he looked down with a sigh. Leonard was ready.