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.

his

appeared before the frontline of patrol units, raising his spear

a fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him,

a

scream or shout. A deadpan expression covered the face of the deceased guard as though he hadn't felt any remorse even about

his gaze cold. He

spear's shaft, the flowing of

another swing, Leonel reaped another life. His strike was so ferocious that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing

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 a seemingly endless supply of energy, powering

…

no idea what 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

Which side should they be fighting alongside? Was this

He noticed the odd actions of the guards all the way up until they left their stations entirely. At first, he thought they might have been changing shifts, but it

'So this is the trump

…

him like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening and steam

his limbs like the instruments of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving artist, his offensive prowess embodying every

his strength, to feel his power through the endless thrumming of his

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

billowed outward, boiling the air

surged around Leonel, causing the temperature to

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

began to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane

out, a low, rumbling growl causing the hearts of those who heard

of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of all

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

had ended in a failure due to