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 maddening ability

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 would have been had it not been for the fact her eye sockets were filled with nothing

quiet air. In an instant, over half of a ten thousand man army fell into a

scene was absolutely horrid and a

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

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

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

"Die!"

point became the origin and its shaft

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

things really be

Escobar's spear tip hardly touched its surface before it was

The horrid imagery of a forearm being

seem intent on stopping. She looked toward Escobar warily as though she

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

looked toward his arm incredulously, unable to believe what

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 was doubtful that there was anyone on Earth who

he suffered

that moment that there was a sudden change

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

what they saw after they reached the clearing of flat lands astounded

prisoners frozen in their attempt to climb its