Dimensional Descent

Blood flew from Leonel's lips like a jet. However, he still spun before he hit the ground, crashing into the earth face first.

He slammed his fists downward, still keeping a tight grip on his spear as he tried to propel himself upward.

But, he still wasn't quick enough.

The air was kicked out of Leonel once again, the left side of his rib caving in as a foot found its way to his side.

He shot across the skies once again, slamming through several building.

Any human in Leonel's position would have long since been smashed into meat paste. The strength of the Puppet Master was simply beyond anything Earth had seen to this point.

Every step of evolution for an Invalid might have been several times more difficult than their human counterparts, but the result was a monster so powerful it held no weaknesses.

The Puppet Master might have had an ability that gave it great mental strength, but it's body and Force usage was no less powerful. Even after thing all out, Leonel only barely managed to cause the Variant to suffer a few nicks and scratches. The truth was simply devastating.

Leonel coughed out another mouthful of blood. His bare chest was completely covered by his own blood, even more leaking out from the wound in his stomach.

"What rich blood! So warm! So rich! So splendid!"

The taste of Leonel made the Variant feel as though it was walking on a cloud. It was like a strong wine, burning its throat and warming its belly. Its body seemed to be lit on fire, but it had never felt better.

Just a few mouthfuls already had it feeling like it could break into the Fifth Dimension at any time. It hadn't ever experienced such a feeling before, it had never felt that a breakthrough would be so easy either.

It had thought that it had tasted the peak of delicacies after sampling Aina's blood. But, it had never been so wrong before.

If Leonel's blood was so good, what about his flesh? The Puppet Master suddenly began to fantasize about gnawing on Leonel's tendons, stirring his bone marrow into a soup, spreading his

it, the greater the fire in its belly became, an excitement

SHUUU!

than 10 remained. But, Leonel still used his Chain Domain to aim them, all firing for the Puppet

Master looked up, suddenly finding several bolts flying toward

it only stretched out a hand, an illusory arm of crimson energy forming once again, swatting at

the blink of an eye, the siege bolts that could pierce through the walls of even the most fortified cities were smacked away as though annoying

whistling through the night skies until they tore through what remained standing of Hargrove

mouthful of blood flying from

He stretched out his spear before him, the rattling of his Chain Domain still ringing

CLANG!

happiness of the Eartherner army had long since faded into an almost rabid desire for success. They fought harder and faster, almost forgetting that

out of the ceremony he was supposed to receive for

at this point, it

eyes on that back of his from the distance, all they saw was a young

had really only been about getting revenge for Aina, is this the approach he would have chosen? At the very least, shouldn't he have dealt with Anared first

risked it all to bring the Invalid out sooner than it would have otherwise. Just those few precious moments saved hundreds

a hero couldn't be left to

jaw, the youths to his back fighting with more fervor

enemy lines. They had

gripped his spear, blood sliding between his fingers and

crimson snaked through the chains, dropping to the ground in

shook Leonel's surroundings, his vacant eyes seemingly

flushed