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 back as he shot forward with

patrol

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

a patrol

the ground, but 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 stood amidst hundreds of

the flowing of his blood growing

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

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

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what was happening. They didn't understand why a civil war had suddenly erupted between the people of

running? Escaping? Which side should they

dungeon, the obese 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 have been changing shifts, but it seemed

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

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the droplets of a painting, his

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

as though Leonel wanted Aina to feel his strength, to feel his power

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

lips. A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing

Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing the temperature

looked up into the skies, his irises

open. A harsh clash of Elements

growl causing the hearts of those who heard it to

in armors of ice walked, brandishing

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

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