Dimensional Descent

From their own tower, Miles and Simeon watched this happen with flickering expressions.

At first, they thought that Leonel was just flailing about like a headless chicken. They fully expected that the sniper would fire a second time to end his life. But, the second shot they were expecting never came. The only explanation was that Leonel's singular shot was effective in disrupting the sniper or even… killed him.

The two looked at each other, the hint of coldness between them obvious.

For Miles, he wanted Leonel and Aina out of the picture so that he could better control the situation of Royal Blue Province. With his father gone to the capital, this was a time for him to establish his authority and gain some power for himself. The sudden appearance of two Variants would make those plans nearly impossible.

Unfortunately, without proper cause, he didn't dare to lay a hand on one Variant, let alone two. But who knew that Leonel would do something as foolish as committing an act of murder? This was like a pie falling from the skies and into his lap.

For Simeon, his goal was even more obvious. The idea that a bastard child of the Brazinger family could now hold such power was impossible for them to accept. As things stood now, he was still the only one aware of Aina's Variant status as only he paid attention to the outside world. The other members of the family and families like them disdained to do such a thing.

However, if the family found out about Aina's existence and realized he had acted but failed to bring her back, he would suffer some punishment without a doubt.

Unfortunately, the hands of both of them were tied. One had an ability that was useless before Leonel, and the other was nothing without his genetically modified minions. They could only stand and watch as things unfolded…

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he didn't expect it to provide him much cover. In fact, it was

true forest. It was just a park. How could he expect to find thick vegetation and

hope, Leonel stopped

of their heads and backs. All he had to do was focus on his front. But he had to be quick, there was no telling if other squads

in his shoulder. Due to his movement in the last second, it hadn't penetrated too deeply. He couldn't help but be impressed with the armor

moved his left

painful, but not to the point of being

forward a cold

trees, but it also seemed that they were unaware that their spots of ambush were all seen through by

rifle into his spatial bracelet and

even a beat, he raised

a mind of their own. In one moment, they would be moving faster than a whip, in

moments of steadiness, a single shot would ring through the forest, followed by a slight spark of light and the muffled groans and pained

helmet, one could see the smoothness of his brows and the unforced

minutes. In his wake, all that was left were corpses and a series of trees with a single bullet