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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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!

walls shattered and collapsed, the once

intent on stopping. Universal Force swirled around him, fueling his every strike.

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

pick out just how bloodshot his gaze was beneath the violet hues of

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

the mansion, his senses locked onto an impending danger. Rage lit his heart to a new level. Even now, others

case, they could die

to make it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had he not made it in time, the Puppet Master really would have had to move. Once that happened, the situation on the battlefield would have

in the slightest. With the way the Puppet Master manifested its ability this time, it relied on the

escape being controlled. The only reason he didn't want the Puppet Master to step out was because it would then be

ignorance. The tide of battle might shift if the people of Earth knew to focus on the

this kid

a palm, causing a javelin to appear in

BANG! BANG!

the weapon tore

accuracy of Hargrove's throw was spine tingling. It felt that no matter how Leonel

His every javelin throw would land in a spot

reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned his right to be amongst the four

all his

air, causing three arrows to appear. He nocked them simultaneously

arched oddly in the air while one flew mind numblingly

of the javelin. It was so perfect that neither weapon deviated,

a split moment, the arrow shattered, its strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was so brief that it seemed to have been

the next moment, the remaining two curving arrows met the point of the