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.

incredibly thin and was filled with perforations as though it was chain mail rather than a

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

other Force Crafters had been there, they would have been shocked and awed by the spectacle. If it wasn't for the

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

grating sound of metal played through the silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield had come to

Leonel didn't

visage expressionless. Even seeing his own blood dripping from the latter's lips, he didn't even have the slightest

slowly draw

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

its ability at the moment... what use did that

the Forcd Art

suddenly erupted around the

Variant wanted to scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from

though he couldn't see a thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit up with another flame, lightly piercing into

muffled cries of the Variant freezing

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

burnt to ash, leaving

They were so large that they

the young man who seemed to stand at the center of the world an even more dazzling

his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard

a single arm, he brought Aina down from his back, a

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

one good remaining arm to pat her on the