Dimensional Descent

Leonel stood in silence.

In the skies, the lines of red-black grew thicker, the leaches become less and less illusory.

Leonel's gaze shifted down from the skies, landing on Aina who still seemed to be immobile. Though it now seemed to be in part due to struggling against the Puppet Master's growing control, a large majority of it seemed to be fear.

Leonel found it hard to believe that this was his Aina. Fear was never an emotion he had seen her display before. At the very least, not for the sake of an enemy.

It could be said that the first time Leonel saw Aina's façade crack was that day in the bathhouse. He could still remember the path every tears that fell down her cheeks took. He remembered the exact hue of her reddened eyes, the way her wet hair had stuck to her face, the way she trembled through each and every one of her clumsy actions.

The emotions she experienced that day were all seared into his mind.

But, that was that and this was this.

The Aina he knew charged into war with her ax brandished and her blade bloodied. She had no fear, none of the shyness she usually displayed, and the valiant nature of a Valkyrie.

But Aina, his Aina, stood here shaking simply due to a voice.

Leonel remembered back to the time he asked Aina what happened that day. She reeled back, trying to pretend as though everything was fine. Yet he, instead of trying to understand where she was coming from, pulled back instead.

fact that just recalling

still seemed to be lost in her own world, clenching her fists and staring down at the ground hard as though to push the emotions she was

several moments later. It was as though the warmth of his palm couldn't reach her even through skin to

finally realized that Leonel was standing right before her, she looked up weakly, her gaze tinted with a

or even him. It was

can't move

responded, his hand gently pushing back Aina's

simple. They hung in the air like a spring breeze, riding the wind. There was no rage in Leonel's voice, there was only

But for Aina, he could speak

did have to lean her head

see it." She said

"As

a tinge of iciness

of taking his woman… The Puppet Master was truly tired

Leonel's words. Compared to when the Puppet Master called her such a thing, she felt

his robes off to reveal a muscular frame. He carried Aina onto

rested her cheek on to his shoulder and back, her eyes remaining closed. She didn't want Leonel to see the look

day since the battle at Dark Cloud Prison, so how could it? However, at this moment, he felt

his blood flooding through his veins and arteries like

this point, the thickening lines that shot into the sky began to converge on Leonel's position. When Leonel saw who they were, he wasn't very surprised. In fact, his gaze was cold