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.

feeling, the anxiety or the trepidation. He didn't grasp the fact that just recalling such

push the emotions she was feeling away. She didn't want to experience such a reaction, she didn't want this Puppet Master to have such control over her, yet she couldn't stop her

touched her cheek, she didn't react until several moments later. It was as though the warmth of his

realized that Leonel was standing right before her, she looked

wasn't rage pointed toward the Puppet Master or even him. It was rage she pointed toward

can't move again…" Aina

doesn't matter." Leonel responded, his hand gently pushing back Aina's

a spring breeze, riding the wind. There was no rage in

he could

her body she did have to lean her head onto Leonel's palm. Her eyes closed

to see it."

smiled. "As

carried a tinge of iciness that left Aina feeling completely at

on his world, sending commandments down from above, speaking of taking his woman… The Puppet

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

his hand away, ripping the tops of his robes off to reveal a muscular frame. He carried Aina

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

feel that his body still hadn't properly recovered. It had only been a day since the battle at Dark Cloud Prison, so

drums, his blood flooding through his veins

to converge on Leonel's position. When Leonel saw who they were, he wasn't very surprised.