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.

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

perforations were actually intricate and delicate patterns. If it had to be described, it was like someone cut

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 Craft they had ever laid their

to fall over any time now. From afar, he truly seemed to have

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

didn't seem to

Puppet Master, his visage expressionless. Even seeing his own blood dripping from the latter's lips, he didn't

to slowly draw runes

bulging along its neck. But,

no effect on its ability at the moment... what use did that

and the Forcd Art

erupted

feeling its body

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

of the Variant freezing over the hearts of those who watched

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

start to finish, Leonel didn't speak a single word. Even when the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he remained completely indifferent

ash. They

they swept into him, giving the young man who seemed to stand at the center of the world an even more dazzling

flip of his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing to

a single arm, he brought Aina

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

her on the