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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

Leonel didn't seem intent on stopping. Universal Force swirled around him, fueling his every strike. Every

protecting the mansion couldn't seem to do 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 Fourth Dimension, what chance did they stand

just how bloodshot his gaze was beneath

and again. The torture she experienced was like a knife

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

that case, they

didn't manage to make it back until his mansion was long since destroyed. Had

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

to step out

this moment, they were still reliant on Earth's ignorance. The tide of battle might shift if the people of

kid

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

BANG! BANG!

as the weapon tore through it to

of Hargrove's throw was spine tingling. It felt that no matter

it Stunning Accuracy. His every javelin throw would

he had reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned his right to be amongst the four strongest City Lords

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

appear. He

arched oddly in the air while one flew mind

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

weak. In fact, the collision

the point of the