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

frontline of patrol

arms bulged, a fury-laced aura skyrocketed

cleave, a patrol guard

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 lost his mind to the Puppet Master…

cold. He stood amidst hundreds of guards, his presence

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

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

like flowing water. He danced through the organized army of puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know

…

had suddenly erupted between the people of Earth and many weren't entirely sure

running? Escaping? Which side should they

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 have been changing shifts, but

obese merchant curled. 'So this is the trump card Terrain mentioned? Quite a trump card

…

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

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

was as though Leonel wanted Aina to feel his strength,

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

scorching heat billowed outward, boiling

Force surged around Leonel,

looked up into the skies, his irises flickering

clash of Elements caused hurricane force

rumbling growl causing the hearts of those who heard

armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm

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

the Fort… That had ended in a failure due to Leonel's action.