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 For a moment, he seemed to overshadow even Ascension Palace, standing on a plane that superceded thought.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

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

couldn't seem to do a thing. Even if they weren't directly pierced through by Leonel's strikes, the aftermath

how bloodshot his gaze was

torture she experienced was like a knife skinning the

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

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 was long since destroyed. Had he not made it in time, the Puppet Master really would have had to move. Once that happened, the

it, after all, with the Puppet Master's strength, dealing with a singular Leonel shouldn't be a problem. Hargrove wasn't off put by Leonel being unaffected by the Puppet Master's spell in the slightest. With the way the Puppet Master manifested its ability this time, it relied on the blood

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

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

put, this kid

a palm, causing a javelin to appear in his hands. His body bowed and his arm

BANG! BANG!

shatter as the weapon tore through it to

throw was spine tingling. It felt that no matter

called it Stunning Accuracy. His every javelin throw would land in a spot so

he had already 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

to appear. He

the air while one

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

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

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