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 shot forward with blinding

of patrol units, raising his spear

his arms bulged, a fury-laced aura skyrocketed

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

breath left Leonel's lips, his gaze cold. He

fists gripped around his spear's shaft, the flowing of his blood growing

strike was so ferocious that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the

fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as the last, if not more powerful.

…

of White City had 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 react to

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

guards all the way up until they left their stations entirely. At first,

this is the trump card Terrain mentioned? Quite a trump

…

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

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

Aina to feel his strength, to feel his power through the

through a final head, hundreds of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had just been beneath

billowed outward, boiling the

around Leonel,

looked up into the skies, his

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

out, a low, rumbling growl

of ice walked, brandishing polearm

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

a failure due to Leonel's