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.

and was filled with perforations as though it was chain mail rather than a true breast

closer, it would be possible to see that these perforations were actually intricate and delicate patterns. If it had to be described, it was like someone cut out all the veins of the human body

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

even swayed, seemingly about to fall over any time now. From afar, he truly seemed to have reached the very end of his limits. Yet, he continued to walk, his spear

In fact, the entire battlefield had come

didn't seem

his own blood dripping from the latter's lips, he

beginning to slowly

veins bulging along its neck. But, nothing it tried to do

at the moment... what use did that have against

the Forcd Art lit

suddenly erupted around the

scream, feeling its body

of Leonel's spear

movements were slow and deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the hearts

once again, he didn't seem

to ash, leaving

ash. They were so large that they far outstripped even Leonel's

they swept into him, giving the young man who seemed to stand at

palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing

nimble as he could muster with just a single arm, he brought Aina down from his back, a light smile

to say, but of them seemed to want to make themselves known. She simply held onto him with all

his one good remaining arm to pat her on the