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.

Just what kind of maddening

corporeal as though being

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

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

a metallic

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

this child had been wronged, so he gave him a chance and spoke the truth. However, he had never expected for his moment of soft heartedness to cost him half of

the baby in those photos, this was a monster. A monster he

"Die!"

the world. Its point became the origin and

brow. With just a half a foot more, the skull of

would things really be

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

of a forearm being split in half down its

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 around. It was as though she was completely oblivious to how powerful

that his life had been on the

deathly pale. He looked toward his arm incredulously, unable to

awakened a powerful ability. In fact, it was of the mere C-grade upon awakening. However, he had never cared much because his spear arts could more than make up for this. With the time he had spent with Leonel's father, it

suffered so

that moment that there was a

hours, but they had finally cleared out all the scouts and carved a path here. And,

reached the clearing of flat

a group of prisoners frozen in their attempt to climb its