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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

on stopping. Universal Force swirled around him, fueling his every strike. Every twang of his bow string shattered the sound barrier, sending harsh winds

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

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

story replayed in his mind again and again. The torture she experienced was like a knife skinning the

onto an impending danger. Rage lit his heart to a new level. Even

they could

it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had he not made it in time, the Puppet Master

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 been eyeing Earth

he didn't want the Puppet Master to step out was because it would then be

moment, 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

causing a javelin to appear in his hands. His body bowed

BANG! BANG!

the weapon tore through it to reach

that no matter how Leonel turned to dodge, it would still cause him

His every javelin throw would land in a spot so

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

though all his pride was

to appear. He nocked

oddly in the air while one flew mind

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

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

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