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.

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

more it thought about it, the greater the fire in its belly became, an excitement flushing

SHUUU!

command. Of the original more than 50, not more than 10 remained. But, Leonel still used his Chain Domain to aim

Puppet Master looked up, suddenly finding

illusory arm of crimson energy

that could pierce through the walls of even the most fortified cities were

were altered, whizzing and whistling through the night skies until they tore through what remained standing of Hargrove

coughed again, another mouthful

gaze somewhat vacant. He stretched out his spear

CLANG! CLANG!

army had long since faded into an almost rabid desire for success. They

weaseling his way out of the ceremony he was supposed to receive for his achievements, what should

this point, it

mind of all those who laid eyes on that back of his from the distance, all they saw was a young man fighting with his

would have chosen? At the very least,

was obvious that despite his words, he had risked it all to bring the Invalid out sooner than it would have otherwise. Just those few precious moments saved hundreds more from succumbing

couldn't be

youths to his back fighting with more fervor than

lines. They had to reach Hargrove

spear, blood sliding between his fingers and coating its

crimson snaked through the chains, dropping to the

his vacant eyes seemingly gazing

Puppet Master's flushed excitement