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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

and collapsed, the once

him, fueling his every strike. Every twang of

a relentless assault from above, a completely one sided slaughter. 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

though a one man army. It was hard to pick out just how bloodshot his gaze was beneath the violet hues of his irises,

again and again. The torture she experienced was like a knife

onto an impending danger. Rage lit his heart

they could die

being so easily controlled. However, even then, he didn't manage to make it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had he not made it in time, the Puppet Master really would

Puppet Master manifested its ability this time, it relied on the blood

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

battle might shift if the people of

this kid had to

to appear in his hands.

BANG! BANG!

the weapon tore through it to

spine tingling. It felt that no matter how Leonel turned to dodge, it would still

Stunning Accuracy. His every javelin

battlefield, he had already lost count to the number of lives he had reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned his right to be amongst the four strongest City Lords of

though all his pride was

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

arched oddly in the air while one

the javelin. It was so perfect that neither

no more than a split moment, the arrow shattered, its strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was so brief that it seemed to

arrows met the point of the javelin