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.

what kind of

Lionel only seemed to grow more corporeal as though being fed

was a proud mother… Or rather, she would have been had it not been for the

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

scene was absolutely horrid and a metallic stench soon filled

eye through the strands of his hair, looking at him curiously as though he was wondering why it was he hadn't died when he told him to. As for the other, it seemed to stay hidden behind

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 his men in a single

the baby in those photos, this was

"Die!"

world. Its point

an eye, the spear tip appeared before Lionel's brow. With just a half a foot more, the skull of this young man would be

things really be

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

of a forearm being split in half

bit at her fingernails 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 around.

place indifferently. It was as though he couldn't tell that his life

looked toward his arm incredulously,

than make up for this. With the time he had spent with

had he suffered

there was a sudden change

finally cleared out all the scouts and

they saw after they reached the clearing of

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