Dimensional Descent

Leonel's bow disappeared, only to be replaced by an odd metal. Just looking at it, one couldn't feel anything special. It looked even less special when Leonel bent it in his hands as though he was pleating fabric rather than a metal bar.

But, when the two kneeling figures felt this metal wrap around their wrists and lock into place, they felt as though they couldn't exert any strength at all.

After he was done, Leonel walked to the obese merchant who was still sickly pale. He didn't seem to realize that the last response by the dictionary gave him some breathing room, likely because the pressure Leonel put on him was too much. Or, more accurately, it was Aina's pressure.

From the very beginning, Aina had had a bad impression of this man. So, the moment she found out that he was one of the spies, she no longer held back her killing intent.

Luckily, it seemed that this merchant was more adept at selling wares than battling. But, this only made sense.

After a world completed its first Metamorphosis, it would slow into a lull. By then, not everyone needed to be combatants any longer.

On the current Earth, practically everyone needed to know how to fight with the exception of a few. However, as things settled down more, it was likely that Earth may return to the previous days where the army and a regular citizen's life were kept separate.

"You… That…"

Leonel didn't wait for the obese man to finish and simply locked his arms into place just like his colleagues.

This metal bar was the very metal used to line the walls of Dark Cloud Prison. With all the destruction, Leonel managed to snap a few pieces for himself with quite some ease. Now, he wouldn't have to worry about these spies using secret means of communication.

see through more conventional communication methods, stopping abilities

spies to begin with was because White City simply made it too easy. Every spy, without fail, had communication Force Arts drawn into the foundations of their home. Not only were there communication Force Arts, but there were also Force Arts

two accomplices were a bit different in this regard since their homes were only recently built. But, even then, seeing through

White City to begin with, it was obvious that the people of Terrain would account for this,

about Force Arts would even exist

the Milky Way Guild. He could tell that this might lead to problems later, but he couldn't afford his plans being revealed, even if there was only a

…

purge were group together and thrown into the White City dungeons. As a City, there was no surprise that White City would have such a thing,

units looked toward Leonel in a completely

their training, they could easily tell that Leonel had indeed picked out spies. If it was just an act, maybe their disdain would have reached another level. But, this was very

look over this area."

"Yes, Prince!"

mattered more than words.

he planned

Cities onto battlefields right? He might as well give them a taste

**

on Earth, there was yet another meeting

that unless The Capital fell, Terrain would be left with nothing. Of course, Terrain had their own plans in this regard, but the truth was that they were making no progress on that

of The Empire. Rather, each and every soul here was