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.

illusory wings appearing to his back as he shot forward

the frontline of patrol units,

back flexed, his arms bulged, a fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him,

a single cleave, a

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.

breath left Leonel's lips, his gaze cold.

spear's shaft, the flowing of his blood growing even

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

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,

…

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

they be running? Escaping? Which side should they be fighting alongside? Was this maybe a

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 first, he thought they might

lip of the obese merchant curled. 'So this is

…

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

the instruments of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the

his strength, to feel his power through the

final head, hundreds of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body

A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing it

surged around Leonel,

his irises flickering with a violet-red

icy portal began to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane force winds to kick up across

prowled out, a low, rumbling growl causing

armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of all

Dreamscape, his gaze shining

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