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

before the frontline of patrol units, raising his spear

fury-laced aura

single cleave, a patrol

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

gaze cold. He stood amidst hundreds of guards,

his spear's shaft, the flowing

another life. His strike was so ferocious that his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind

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

…

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

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

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 been changing shifts, but

is the trump card Terrain mentioned? Quite a

…

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 with his

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

Aina to feel his strength, to feel his power

head, hundreds of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body

heat billowed outward,

Force surged around Leonel, causing

into the skies, his irises flickering

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

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

knights dressed in armors of ice walked, brandishing

of lightning suddenly shot across Leonel's Dreamscape, his gaze shining as a blistering

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