Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze pierced through the skies, Bronze Runes flickering across his body. A tan sheen swept across his skin as though he had suddenly become a polished metal.

'Puppet Master, huh…?'

Leonel flipped his palm, a black spear with countless dangling chains appeared in his hand.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Leonel looked down from the skies, a swath of patrol units converging onto his location. At first, they all showed some level of resistance, but very soon, their gazes became vacant, their eyes glazing over as their movements became more coordinated.

Soon, they moved as though they were a single army.

The possibility that Aina could be turned against him didn't escape Leonel, but he didn't put up any guards against her. This wasn't because he was a fool, but rather because he trusted her.

Though there were few details about Aina that he understood, what he did grasp was her character. She was a woman he would be proud to have by his side. There wasn't a single selfish bone in her body.

Since she opened her mouth to speak of wanting to see him take down the Puppet Master, it was because she was certain that she wouldn't be a burden. And in that… Leonel could trust.

'Watch carefully, then. This back of mine, these shoulders, these hands…'

Leonel felt his body flex, vitality pumping through him without end.

'… They'll always be here to protect you.'

These were the ideals of a man.

Leonel shot forward, a field of gravity erupting around his body. His gaze steeled, his heart freezing over.

He no longer saw the patrolling units as humans. He saw them as numbers and figures, puppets that were standing in his way.

to his back

before the frontline of patrol units, raising his spear into the

fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating all those

a single cleave, a patrol guard was

there wasn't a single scream or shout. A deadpan expression covered the face of the deceased guard as though he hadn't felt any remorse even about his own death. Or maybe… the moment he

steamy breath left Leonel's lips, his gaze cold. He stood amidst hundreds of guards, his

shaft, the flowing of his blood growing

beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard

danced through the organized army of puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as the last, if not more powerful. His body fed off

…

was happening. They didn't understand why a civil war had suddenly erupted between the people of Earth and many weren't entirely sure how to react to such

they

obese merchant looked up and through the bars. He noticed the odd actions of the guards all the way up until they left their stations entirely. At

obese merchant curled. 'So this is the

…

every strike, a new life falling with his every swing. Blood flew about him like the droplets of a painting,

of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving artist, his offensive prowess

Leonel wanted Aina to feel his strength, to feel his power through the endless thrumming of

beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had

A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing

Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing the temperature to

looked up into the skies, his irises flickering with a violet-red

open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane force winds to kick up

wolf prowled out, a low, rumbling growl causing the hearts

knights dressed in armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of

moment, cracks of lightning suddenly shot across Leonel's Dreamscape, his gaze shining as a blistering heat

on the Fort… That had ended in a failure due to Leonel's action. However, the attack on Dark Cloud Prison hadn't ended