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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

outer walls shattered and collapsed, the once majestic abode crumbling in

him, fueling his every strike. Every twang

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 wasn't something they were equipped to handle. Many of them had only barely

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

in his mind again and again. The torture she experienced was like a

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

case, they

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 have had to

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

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

tide of battle might shift if the people of Earth

this kid had to

in his hands. His body bowed and his arm whipped

BANG! BANG!

air seemed to shatter as the weapon tore through it to

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

His every javelin throw would land in a spot so

lost count to the number of lives he had reaped with his marksmanship. He had earned

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

appear. He nocked them simultaneously

air while one flew mind

collided with the tip of the javelin. It was so perfect that neither weapon deviated, clashing head on

split moment, the arrow shattered, its strength far too weak. In fact, the collision was

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