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…

**

him much

It was just a park.

hope, Leonel stopped behind the first tree he

had to do was focus on his front. But he had to

his movement in the last second, it hadn't

left

but not to the point of being crippling. Let's

dashed forward a cold glint

line of trees, but it also seemed that they were unaware that their spots

his rifle into his spatial bracelet and pulled out two handguns. They

a

their own. In one moment, they would be moving faster than a whip, in the next they would be as

followed by a slight spark

and the unforced nature

of minutes. In his wake, all that was left were corpses and