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.

feet shifted, illusory wings appearing to his back as

before the frontline of patrol units, raising his

fury-laced aura

cleave, a patrol guard was completely

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

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

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

strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind pressure before his blade

movements becoming 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

…

no idea what was happening. They didn't understand why a civil war had

should they

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 it seemed that things

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

…

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

wanted Aina to feel his strength, to feel his power through the

spear 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

heat billowed outward, boiling the air and causing

Elemental Force surged around Leonel, causing the

skies, his

open. A harsh clash of Elements

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

of ice walked, brandishing polearm weapons of

Dreamscape, his gaze shining as a

That had ended in a failure due to Leonel's action.