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.

feet shifted, illusory wings appearing to his back as

before the frontline of patrol units, raising his spear

fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating

a patrol guard

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

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

spear's shaft, the flowing of his blood

his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind pressure before his blade even reached

though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as

…

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 such

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

the 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

'So this is the trump card Terrain

…

Blood flew about him like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening and steam practically billowing out from his mouth with his every

muscles were like tightened cords, his limbs like the instruments of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving artist, his offensive prowess embodying every ounce

his strength, to feel his power through the endless thrumming

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

lips. A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air

surged around Leonel, causing the

looked up into the skies, his irises flickering

A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane force winds to kick up

out, a low, rumbling growl causing the hearts of those who

it, knights dressed in armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of

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

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