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.

wings appearing to his back as he

frontline of patrol units, raising his spear into the

fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating

cleave, a patrol guard was

deceased guard as though he hadn't felt any remorse even about his own death. Or maybe… the moment he lost his mind to

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

fists gripped around his spear's shaft, the flowing

Leonel reaped another life. His strike was so ferocious that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind pressure before his blade even reached his

puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as

…

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

they be fighting alongside? Was

bars. He noticed the odd actions of the guards all the way up until they left their

lip of the obese merchant curled. 'So this is

…

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

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

though Leonel wanted Aina to feel his strength, to feel

Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had just

heat billowed outward, boiling the

Elemental Force surged around

up into the skies, his irises flickering with

Elements caused hurricane force winds

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

of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons

gaze shining as a blistering heat continued to crackle the air

to Leonel's action. However, the attack on Dark Cloud Prison hadn't ended in