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.

to his back as he shot forward

patrol units, raising

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

a single cleave, a patrol guard was

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…

lips, his gaze cold. He stood amidst

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

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, if not more powerful. His body fed off a seemingly endless supply of energy, powering through

…

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

be running? Escaping? Which side should they be

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

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

…

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

His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving artist, his

feel his strength, to feel his power

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

lips. A scorching heat billowed outward,

Force surged around

his

icy portal began to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane force

growl

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

gaze

the Fort… That had ended in a failure due to Leonel's action. However, the attack on Dark Cloud Prison hadn't