Dimensional Descent

Silence.

There were many kinds of emotion silence could portray. There were comfortable silences, stunned silences, even murderous silences. But, when one was faced with a sight they never thought they would see in their entire lives, it was then that a silence that marked the soul for a lifetime was bred.

This was the kind of silence that grasped at one's thoughts and laced one's dreams, the kind of silence that refused to be forgotten and couldn't be ignored.

And at the center of it all, there was a young man with fury lighting his eyes. To his back, there was the person he cared most for, the light of his path forward being lit by her emotions.

Leonel took a step forward. He crossed through the barrier of fluctuating space as though he couldn't feel the danger, raising up into the skies as though a deity looking down on Earth. For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.

"GET THE HELL OUT HERE!"

Leonel's booming force shook The Capital, the earth beneath him quaking.

Buildings trembled and fell, collapsing in on their own structures as though autonomous beings shaking in fear.

Leonel's palm flipped over, a bow appearing.

His back flexed, gaining a strength no weaker than treated metal.

He pulled back, crackling streaks of light and whistling winds surrounding him as his self crafted glove poured strength into his strike.

Three streaking arrows tore through the skies, sending a barrage toward the City Lord's mansion.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

shattered and collapsed, the once majestic abode

didn't seem intent on stopping. Universal Force swirled around him, fueling his every strike. Every twang of his bow string shattered the sound

Every guard tasked with protecting the mansion couldn't seem to do a thing. Even if they weren't directly pierced through by Leonel's strikes, the aftermath wasn't something they were equipped to handle. Many of them had only barely stepped into the Fourth Dimension, what chance did they stand against the

surged forward as though a one man army. It was hard to pick out just how

again and again. The torture she experienced was like a knife skinning the surface of his heart,

an impending danger. Rage lit his heart to a new level. Even now,

case, they could die

to make it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had he not made it in time,

Puppet Master manifested its ability this time, it relied on the blood of Eartherners, as long as one of Leonel's parents or even just a single person in his lineage wasn't of Earth, the hold the Puppet Master had on him would severely

Hargrove was concerned, this didn't matter. If the Puppet Master personally set sights on Leonel, he wouldn't be able to escape being controlled. The only reason he didn't want the Puppet Master to step out was because it would then be obvious who was causing the people of Earth to feel so weak. Even though the Puppet Master could easily regain control after going back, it would become

Earth's ignorance. The tide of battle might shift if the people of Earth knew

kid had to

a palm, causing a javelin to appear in his hands. His body bowed and his arm whipped

BANG! BANG!

to shatter as the weapon

that no matter how Leonel turned to dodge, it

Accuracy. His every javelin throw would land in a spot so perfect it

had already lost count to the number of lives he had reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned his

made him feel as though all his pride was being

arrows to appear. He nocked them simultaneously and fired them all

air

tip of the javelin. It was so perfect that neither weapon

after no more than a split moment, the arrow shattered, its strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was

next moment, the remaining two curving arrows met the point