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

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

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

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

entire battlefield had come to a grinding halt,

Leonel didn't seem to

to the Puppet Master, his visage expressionless. Even seeing his own blood dripping

arm flexed, his spear beginning to slowly

struggled, its veins bulging along its neck.

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

and the Forcd

scorching flame suddenly erupted around

body

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

muffled cries of the

emit from Leonel's lips as though his inner organs were being charred. But, once again, he

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

pile of ash. They

who seemed to stand at the center of the world

Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard

could muster with just a single arm, he brought Aina down

them seemed to want to make themselves known. She simply

her on