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

more corporeal as though being fed by the

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

of collapsing bodies filled the quiet air. In an instant, over half of a ten thousand man army fell into a pool of their own blood, their

a metallic stench soon

his spear tightened. He could still see Lionel's singular eye through the strands of his hair, looking at him curiously as though he was wondering why

back. He felt like this child had been wronged, so he gave him a chance and spoke the truth. However, he had never expected for

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

"Die!"

to encompass the world. Its point became the origin

before Lionel's brow. With just a

things really be so

spear tip

splintering in two. The horrid imagery of a forearm being split in half down

toward Escobar warily as though she was the

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

He looked toward his arm incredulously, unable to believe

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

he suffered so greatly just

moment that there was a

the forest edge that surrounded Dark Cloud Prison. It had taken them several hours, but they had finally cleared out all the scouts

after they reached the

their attempt to climb its walls, and… over 5000 dead guards, lying