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

patrol units, raising

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

single cleave, a patrol guard was

scream or shout. A deadpan expression covered the face of the deceased guard as though he hadn't felt any remorse even

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

the flowing of

so ferocious that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard

of puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain.

…

of White City 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

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

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

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

…

every strike, a new life falling with his every swing. Blood flew about him like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening and steam practically billowing out from his mouth

expressions exhibited the focus of a starving

his strength, to feel his power

caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had just been beneath

scorching heat billowed

Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing

the skies, his irises flickering

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

rumbling growl causing the

in armors of ice walked, brandishing polearm

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

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