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.

kind of maddening

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

Lionel's hair. No matter how one looked at her, it seemed like she was a proud mother… Or rather, she

half of a ten thousand man army fell into

a metallic stench

still see Lionel's singular 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

him a chance and spoke the truth. However, he had never expected for his moment of soft heartedness to cost him

a limit to his understanding, to his sympathy. This was no longer the

"Die!"

spear seemed to encompass the world. Its point became the origin and its shaft became

an eye, the spear tip appeared before Lionel's brow. With just a half a foot more,

things really be so

before Lionel. Escobar's spear tip hardly

sent flying, his spear wielding arm splintering in two. The horrid imagery of a forearm being split

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. It was as though she

though he couldn't tell that his life

face became a deathly pale. He looked toward his arm incredulously, unable to believe what

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

how had he suffered so greatly

that moment that there was a sudden change to the

Dark Cloud Prison. It had taken them several hours, but they had finally cleared out all the scouts and carved a path here. And,

after they reached the

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