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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

swirled around him, fueling his every strike. Every

directly pierced through by Leonel's strikes, the aftermath

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

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

to enter the range of the mansion, his senses locked onto an impending danger. Rage lit his heart to a new level.

case, they

so easily controlled. However, even then, he didn't manage to make it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had he

this time, it relied on the blood of Eartherners, as long as one

Puppet Master to step out was because it would then be obvious who was causing the

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

this kid

appear in his hands. His body bowed and his arm whipped

BANG! BANG!

to shatter as the weapon tore through

of Hargrove's throw was spine tingling. It felt that no matter how Leonel turned to dodge, it would still cause

was none other than Hargrove's ability. He called it Stunning Accuracy. His every javelin throw would land in a spot so

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

his pride was being trampled by a

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

arched oddly in the air while one flew

collided with the tip of the javelin. It was so perfect that

weak. In fact, the collision was so brief that it seemed

next moment, the remaining two curving arrows met the point of the javelin together, forming a tri point in