Dimensional Descent

Leonel had never felt so much anger before. He didn't even think about how it was he recognized Aina at all.

Leonel had known for a long time that the face he had come to know wasn't Aina's own. He never once thought of asking her why that was. To him, it simply didn't matter. But, after finding out the truth, his blood boiled and seethed.

He didn't care about what Aina looked like. Even back when he chose her over so many others and hadn't known about her face coverings, she had never been the most beautiful. He simply went with his gut feeling and accepted it.

But now, knowing that someone had done something like this to her, Leonel's visceral reaction was even more violent than it had been when he found out someone had cut something out of him as a mere child.

As for Aina, the last thing she had expected was to meet Leonel here. Despite the effort Leonel had put into spreading his name, she had practically cut off contact with the outside world while she was on the run. Where would she have had the time to converse and learn about the hottest rumors?

However, it was precisely because she was so caught off-guard that her gaze rippled so violently. Something about Leonel's reaction shook her to her core.

After she came to this world, she had hoped to forget everything else. In fact, part of the reason she chose to take off her face covering was as a way of leaving those things of the past in the past.

This scarred face of hers looked nothing like the face Leonel knew. Even if these scars suddenly vanished, she would look like a completely different person. She had thought that even if she ran into Leonel, there was no way he would recognize her. But, she could have never expected that not only would he, but that he would do so, so quickly. It was almost surreal.

As if that wasn't enough to shake her, of all the reactions she expected to find in his gaze, she saw none of them.

There was no disgust, there was no hesitancy, there wasn't even a shred of pity. There was nothing but rage.

Leonel saw red. He was so focused on Aina's face that he hadn't even realized she had been in battle.

blood dripping down from her already healed wound, his

his irises flickering with wild violet-red

"You did this?"

this time, Leonel was no

you the

same Third Dimensional brat they hadn't taken seriously? Where was all this pressure coming from? It felt as though a hand was constricting her throat, limiting her

a dense

fluid conception of a wild

the only one who never seemed to feel any pressure

"Die."

word Jilniya had. But somehow, it felt like the true call of the reaper. Compared to

to life, forming

bared its fangs from around Leonel's neck, it's little body

body

SHING! SHING! SHING!

he could tear through anything, as though no

no matter how she dodged,

her, a cold murderous intent manifesting around his body. His hair whipped about wildly, his back standing tall and straight as it flexed with all its might. Even through the thickness of his black robes, one could feel the fullness of

SHUUUUUUUUU!

left

thrust into a land of ice and snow, watching as a relentless hail