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.

Puppet Master suddenly began to fantasize about gnawing on Leonel's tendons, stirring his bone marrow into

it, the greater the fire in its belly

SHUUU!

the original more than 50, not more than 10 remained. But, Leonel still used his

looked up, suddenly finding several

an illusory arm of crimson

through the walls of

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

another mouthful

spear before him, the rattling of

CLANG! CLANG!

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

he was supposed to receive for his achievements, what should have been his debut became hushed chatter amongst

this point,

who laid eyes on that back of his from the distance, all they saw

getting revenge for Aina, is this the approach he would have chosen? At the very least, shouldn't he have dealt with Anared first so there wasn't a constant looming threat

sooner than it would have otherwise.

hero couldn't be

clenched his jaw, the youths to his back fighting

had to break through enemy lines.

blood sliding between his fingers and

drizzle of crimson snaked through the chains, dropping to the ground in

surroundings, his vacant eyes seemingly

flushed excitement only