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 units, raising his

aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating all

a single cleave, a patrol guard

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

Leonel's lips, his gaze cold. He stood

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

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

know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as the last, if not more powerful. His body fed off a seemingly endless supply of energy, powering through without

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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

they

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,

is the trump card Terrain mentioned?

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like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening

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

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

beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body

breath left Leonel's lips. A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing

around Leonel, causing the

the skies, his irises

Elements caused hurricane force winds

prowled out, a low, rumbling growl

knights dressed in armors of ice walked,

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

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