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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

strike. Every twang of his bow string shattered the sound barrier,

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

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

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

senses locked onto an impending danger. Rage lit his heart to a new level. Even now, others still planned on

they could die

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

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

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,

moment, they were still reliant on Earth's ignorance. The tide of battle might

put, this kid had

flipped a palm, causing a javelin to appear in his hands. His

BANG! BANG!

to shatter as the

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

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

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

made him feel as though all his pride was being trampled by a pair of cold, violet

arrows to appear. He nocked them simultaneously and

the air while one flew

so perfect that neither

strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was so brief that it seemed to have been instantly

remaining two curving arrows met the point of the javelin together, forming a