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.

on Leonel's tendons, stirring his bone marrow into a soup, spreading his brain matter onto a plate and using it as a dip for his

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

SHUUU!

the original more than 50, not more than 10 remained. But, Leonel still used his Chain Domain to aim them, all firing for the Puppet Master's vital

Master looked up, suddenly finding several

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

an eye, the siege bolts that could pierce through the walls of even the most fortified cities

trajectories were altered, whizzing and whistling through the night skies until they tore through what remained

mouthful of blood

out his spear before him, the rattling of his Chain

CLANG! CLANG!

had long since faded into an almost rabid desire

his way out of the ceremony he was supposed to receive for his

point,

back of his from the distance, all they saw

chosen? At the very least, shouldn't he

sooner than

hero couldn't be

his back fighting with more fervor than they ever had

to break through enemy lines. They had to

sliding between his fingers and coating its black

the chains, dropping to

vacant eyes seemingly

Master's flushed