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

of patrol units,

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

a patrol

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

cold. He stood amidst hundreds

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

his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground

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,

…

didn't understand why a civil war had suddenly erupted between the people of Earth and many weren't entirely sure how to react

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

guards all the way up until they left their stations entirely. At first, he thought they might have been changing shifts, but it seemed that things weren't

'So this is

…

every swing. Blood flew about him like the droplets of a painting, his

of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving

to feel his strength, to

pierced through a final head, hundreds of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had just been beneath a

scorching heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing it

Force surged around Leonel, causing

up into the skies, his irises flickering with

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

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

of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of all

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

failure due to Leonel's action. However,