Dimensional Descent

Lionel didn't say a thing for a long while. He continued to look at the ground, his arms strapped around his body beneath his straitjacket. For a moment, it seemed as though he hadn't heard a single word that was spoken.

However, a blood thirsty aura was slowly forming around him.

Lionel's head tilted upward. Through the strands of his hair, one could finally just barely make out one of his eyes. It was a vacant pale green that seemed to stare at nothing and everything at the same time.

The faint illusion of blood red wings spread to Lionel's back, the distorted image of a demon hanging around him.

In just a few moments, those red wings formed into the image of a female angel. Her red wings wrapped around Lionel, her arms holding onto him tightly.

It was just an illusion, but it seemed oh so real.

Tears of blood began to uncontrollably fall from the eyes of those around Lionel. With the exception of Escobar, they all seemed to be affected by the change.

"I see… Since she's dead, what reason do you have to keep living?"

Under the astonished gazes of many, thousands of Dark Cloud Prison guards suddenly turned their weapons onto themselves.

BANG!

The sounds of several gunshots rang at once. But, from afar, it sounded like just a single gun had been fired. The actions were so smooth and in sync that even the pulling of so many triggers seemed to come from a single point…

Escobar's gaze widened before gaining a tinge of red. In that moment, just as Lionel's words descended, he suddenly felt an overwhelming will to spear his skull through. If he hadn't bit his tongue, he really might have gone through with it.

trembled. Just what kind

seemed to grow more corporeal as though being fed by the deaths of those around

she lightly stroked Lionel's hair. No matter how one looked at her, it seemed like she was a proud mother… Or rather, she would have been had it not been for the fact her eye sockets were filled with nothing but

an instant, over half of a ten thousand man army fell into a pool of their own blood, their weapons painted

a metallic

Lionel's singular eye through the strands of his hair, looking at him curiously as though he was wondering

no longer hold back. He felt like this child had been wronged, so he gave him a chance and spoke the truth. However, he had never expected

his understanding, to his sympathy. This was no longer the baby in those photos, this was a monster.

"Die!"

Its point

spear tip appeared before Lionel's brow. With just a half a

really be

suddenly manifested before Lionel. Escobar's spear tip hardly touched its surface before it

two. The horrid imagery of a forearm being split in half down its length etched itself into the hearts of all

to the point they bled. But, even then, she didn't seem intent on stopping. She looked toward Escobar warily as though she was the one who should fear him rather than the other way

couldn't tell that his life had been on the line. Or, maybe… it hadn't ever truly

deathly pale. He looked toward his arm

much because his spear arts could more than make up for this. With the time he had spent with Leonel's father,

how had he suffered

moment that there

out of the forest edge that surrounded Dark Cloud Prison. It had taken them several hours, but they had finally cleared out all the scouts and carved a path here. And, luckily, they had managed to avoid any casualties in huge thanks to Leonel's leadership

after they reached the clearing

skies, a group of prisoners frozen in their attempt to climb its walls, and… over 5000 dead guards, lying in a pool of their