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

appeared before the frontline of patrol

his arms bulged, a fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating all those

cleave, a patrol guard was

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 Master…

cold.

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

that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind pressure

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 was just as powerful as the last, if not more powerful. His body

…

didn't understand why a civil war had suddenly erupted

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

and through the bars. He noticed the odd actions of the guards all the way up until they left their stations

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

…

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

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

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

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

heated breath left Leonel's lips. A scorching heat billowed outward,

Fire Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing the

into the skies, his irises

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

a massive white wolf prowled out, a low, rumbling growl causing the hearts

armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of

cracks of lightning suddenly shot across Leonel's Dreamscape, his gaze shining

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