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.

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

greater the fire in its belly became, an excitement

SHUUU!

siege crossbows responded to Leonel's command. Of the original more than 50, not more than 10 remained. But, Leonel still used his Chain

looked up, suddenly

illusory arm of crimson

the walls

the night skies until they

again, another mouthful of blood flying

his spear before him, the rattling of

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

rabid desire for success. They fought harder and faster, almost

of the ceremony he was supposed to receive for his achievements, what

this point,

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

actions 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 so there wasn't

out sooner than it would have otherwise. Just

a hero couldn't be left

the youths to his back fighting with

had to break through enemy lines.

gripped his spear, blood sliding between his fingers and coating

crimson snaked through the chains, dropping

surroundings, his vacant eyes seemingly gazing

Master's flushed excitement only