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

the frontline of patrol units,

fury-laced aura skyrocketed around

a single cleave, a patrol guard

splashed along 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 about his own death. Or maybe… the moment he lost his mind to the Puppet

lips, his gaze cold. He stood amidst

shaft, the flowing of his

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

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

…

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

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

noticed the odd actions of the guards all the way up until they left their stations entirely. At first, he

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

…

swing. Blood flew about him like the droplets of a

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

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

of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his

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

Fire Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing the temperature to

the skies, his irises flickering with

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

rumbling growl

ice walked, brandishing polearm

suddenly shot across Leonel's Dreamscape, his gaze shining

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