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.

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

even 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 and displayed it in

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

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

played through the silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield had

didn't seem

visage expressionless. Even seeing his own blood dripping from the

spear beginning to slowly draw runes into the ground around the Puppet

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

ability at

the

suddenly erupted around the Puppet

scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked

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

the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the hearts of those who

charred. But, once again, he didn't seem to notice as he pressed into the Invalid's

to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he remained

pile of ash. They

a moment, they swept into him, giving the young man who seemed

his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing to his feet before

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

buried her head into his chest. She had so many words she wanted to say, but of them seemed to want to make themselves known. She simply held onto him with all her might, her small hands clawing at

her on the head, his heart filled

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