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.

with their faces against the ground, they could only cry in agony, trying their best to move. Their pitiful

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

Even one of those monsters could wipe out The Capital on

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

know when, but that indifferent back had begun haunting his dreams, so much so that he hadn't even needed

had every intention of following through. But, he soon learned that his resolve

another word to him. He had cut off their relationship so easily it was as though they

nerves steeled, his fists clenching

were enemies now. Leonel's death was in his best interest. In

a hand on Aina, the reaper's skeleton hand seemed

of that mattered. The legend that was Leonel would come to

stood amidst the carnage, facing the pressure of 12 giants. His knees couldn't help but creak and whine beneath the pressure as though they had

remained ramrod, his cold gaze not even looking

from start to finish. From the very beginning, his gaze was locked onto the center of the City, every fiber of his senses latching onto the City Lord's

more frequent and harsher. It felt as

his own heart, the flood of his own blood, the crackles

there was something

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

knew Aina well. He might not understand the smallest details of her

the Puppet Master. His Aina wasn't a coward who needed to

was the lack of the control, the loss of the pursuit of her destiny, the idea that someone else could snatch her autonomy away without even giving

feared wasn't the Variant. What she feared was

in his mind that if the Puppet Master allowed Aina to move at this moment, her fury would be no less than his, the carnage she wrought would be

been snatched from her by a bastard who still