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.

began to fantasize about gnawing on Leonel's tendons, stirring his bone marrow into a soup, spreading his

in its belly became, an excitement

SHUUU!

Leonel's command. Of 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

Puppet Master looked up, suddenly finding several

an illusory arm

through the walls of even

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

again, another mouthful of blood

vacant. He stretched out his spear before him, the rattling of

CLANG! CLANG!

long since faded into an almost rabid desire for success. They fought harder and faster, almost forgetting that they had

a Prince. After weaseling his way out of the ceremony he was supposed to receive for his achievements,

point,

on that back of his from the distance, all they saw was a young man fighting with his life

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 to

the Invalid out sooner than it

a hero couldn't be

youths to his back fighting with more fervor than they ever

enemy lines. They had to reach

his spear, blood sliding between

of crimson snaked through the chains, dropping to the

Force shook Leonel's surroundings, his vacant eyes

flushed excitement only