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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

collapsed, the once majestic abode crumbling in

him, fueling his every strike. Every twang of his bow string shattered the sound barrier, sending harsh winds whipping

pierced through by Leonel's strikes, the aftermath wasn't something they were equipped to handle. Many

how bloodshot

story replayed in his mind again and again. The torture she experienced was like

was about to enter the range of the mansion, his senses locked onto an impending danger. Rage

they could

a path back to the city the moment he saw the 12 giants being so easily controlled. However, even then, he didn't manage to make it back until his mansion

with a singular Leonel shouldn't be a problem. Hargrove wasn't off put by Leonel being unaffected by the Puppet Master's spell in the slightest. With the way the 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 weaken. Though this might be a small surprise, it wasn't too much so with how many had

as 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

they were still reliant on Earth's ignorance. The tide of battle might shift if the people of Earth knew to focus on the Puppet

kid

javelin to appear in his hands. His body bowed and his

BANG! BANG!

to shatter as the weapon tore through it

no matter how Leonel turned

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

number of lives he had reaped with his marksmanship. He

though all his pride was being trampled by a

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

arched oddly in the air

tip of the javelin. It was so perfect that neither weapon deviated, clashing head on

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

arrows met the point of the