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

of patrol units,

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

a single cleave, a patrol guard

he hadn't felt any remorse even about his

gaze cold. He stood

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

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

the organized army of puppets as though he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as the last,

…

a civil war had suddenly erupted between the people

they be

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

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 and steam practically billowing out from his

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

feel his strength, to feel his power through the endless thrumming of his

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

billowed outward, boiling the air

around Leonel,

skies, his irises

to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane

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

it, knights dressed in armors of ice

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

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