Dimensional Descent

Leonel's murderous intent seemed to fuse with his domain of flames, causing a mere rise in temperature to suddenly become a land of red.

Following the Puppet Master's voice, the rumbling of the earth suddenly grew as giants rose in the distance.

Their bodies were completely nude, but they had no reproductive organs to speak of. It was difficult to tell if they were puppets formed of corpses like the rest or if they were artifical beings hand crafted by the Puppet Master itself.

These giants crashed through the city, seemingly not minding the carnage they were causing in the slightest. There were most definitely normal citizens of Hargrove still remaining, but their lives weren't considered for even a moment. In fact, in his fury, Leonel didn't even pause for a moment to think of them.

With a thought, the debris around him was formed into spiraling spears once again, launching toward the slowly walking giants.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

A deluge of explosions erupted across the bodies of the giants, causing them to stumble and slow. However, the damage was negligible. Let alone suffering injuries or being impaired, Leonel's attacks didn't even leave behind any scorching marks.

Soon, 12 Giants appeared, each of them standing over 20 meters tall, their steps heavy. They had no eyes, no ears, no clothing. Their skin was a dull brown color and other than their humanoid forms, there didn't seem to be anything else that was human about them.

However... each and everyone one of them carried a stifling aura. Even those several kilometers away, barely able to observe the situation, felt as though their hearts were being weighed down heavily. They couldn't help but wonder... if these giants had stepped onto the battlefield, would they even stand a chance?

Each and every one of them exuded the might of Demi God, standing on the precipice of the Fifth Dimension. Their hollow faces and steady gait even in the face of so much damage sent shivers down one's spine.

Compared to the Elemental wolves and knights, these giants were on a completely different level.

The soldiers of Hargrove City that managed to survive Leonel's initial barrage backed away in fear, many looking on in horror. However, many unlucky ones could do nothing as they watched the large feet of the giants stomp toward the ground.

The air pressure of their feet descending alone sent the warriors tumbling into the earth, pinned down and left without a choice but to watch on as their deaths approached from above.

their faces against the ground, they could only cry in agony, trying their best to move. Their pitiful struggles only made their inevitable deaths worst. Sometimes hope only bred more

the elites of Hargrove City had reacted to the situation. Many had thought of turning back, but after seeing

those monsters could wipe out The Capital

come to a stop. With his strength, it was a simple matter to lay

know when, but that indifferent back had begun haunting his dreams, so much so that he hadn't even needed to see Leonel's face to know it was him the moment he

intention of following through. But, he soon learned that his resolve wasn't as strong

life or even cursing him, Leonel simply didn't speak another word to him. He had cut off their relationship so easily it was as though they had

his fists clenching

was in his best interest. In fact, the

day Jilniya laid a hand on Aina, the reaper's skeleton hand seemed

mattered. The legend that was Leonel would come to a close right here and

His knees couldn't help but creak and whine beneath the pressure as

his back remained ramrod, his cold gaze not even looking toward the

Leonel had hardly spared the giants a glance from start to finish. From the very beginning, his gaze was locked onto the center of the City, every fiber

of the giants grew more frequent and harsher.

heart, the flood of his own blood,

was something else

could feel Aina'a heart against his back. He could feel its eratic

might not understand the smallest details

His Aina wasn't a coward

the idea that someone else could snatch her autonomy away without even giving her

feared wasn't the Variant. What she feared was her

moment, her fury would be no less than his, the carnage

had been snatched from her by a bastard