Dimensional Descent

The Puppet Master froze and looked into the skies. But, by the time it wanted to move, it was already too late.

Its thoughts were maybe just as confusing as the situation itself.

"... A city?"

Before the stunned gazes of those watching on, the ground around Leonel and the Puppet Master glowed for just a moment.

A strong seal of space locked down the region, rendering the Puppet Master completely immobile. It could only stand in place, its eyes fixed onto the skies.

A city appeared, but it didn't fall. It hovered in the skies as though it too was locked in space.

The spatial fluctuations of the two cities, one above and one below, pushed and pulled against one another as though they were magnets, sealing an entire expanse of tens of kilometers.

Leonel coughed, his body moving with incomparable slowness. However, the fact he could move at all made Anared and the Puppet Master's eyes widen.

No matter how hard they pushed and pulled, they couldn't move a single inch. This situation made Vice's ability seem like nothing more than child's play.

As though this alone wasn't bad enough, those outside this two cities couldn't seem to approach either. It was like a massive barrier of space had completely locked the region down. Even Anared, who stood on the city walls, just a few meters from freedom, couldn't seem to cross the final steps.

However, it was only after one looked at Leonel that they realized something was off.

On Leonel's chest, a crude breast plate had appeared. In fact, one would be hard pressed to call it a breast plate at all.

filled with perforations as though it

and delicate patterns. If it had to be described, it was like someone cut out all the veins of the human body

been there, they would have been shocked and awed by the spectacle. If it wasn't for the blood and grime ruining the image, this would have maybe been the most beautiful

up to stand, his body quite weak. He even swayed, seemingly about to fall over any time now. From afar, he truly seemed

silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield had come to a grinding halt, everyone's gaze completely focused

Leonel didn't seem to

his own blood dripping from the latter's

flexed, his spear beginning to slowly draw runes into the ground around the Puppet

Master struggled, its veins bulging along its neck. But, nothing it

was no effect on its ability at the moment... what

and the

suddenly erupted around

feeling its body being slowly cooked

thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit up with another

of the Variant freezing over the

though his inner organs were being charred. But, once again, he didn't seem to notice as he pressed into the

when the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he

above the pile of ash. They were so large that they

who seemed to stand at the center of

spear vanished, a surfboard appearing to his feet before he slowly rose

a single arm, he

so many words she wanted to say, but of them seemed to want to

one good remaining arm to pat her on