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.

his back

the frontline of patrol units, raising his spear into

fury-laced aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating all

single cleave, a patrol guard was

deceased guard as though he

gaze cold. He stood amidst hundreds

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

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

of puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as

…

had suddenly erupted between the people of Earth and many weren't entirely sure

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

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 been changing shifts, but

the obese merchant curled. 'So this is the trump card

…

him like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening and steam practically

of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a starving artist, his offensive

Aina to feel his strength, to feel his

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

Leonel's lips. A scorching heat billowed outward, boiling

surged around Leonel, causing the temperature

his irises flickering

to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane force winds

low, rumbling growl causing the hearts of those who

armors of ice walked,

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

That had ended in a failure due to Leonel's action. However, the attack on Dark