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.

with perforations as though it was chain

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

it wasn't for the blood and grime ruining the image, this would have maybe been the

to fall over any time now. From afar, he truly seemed to have reached the very end of his limits. Yet, he

silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield had

didn't seem to

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

right arm flexed, his spear beginning to slowly draw runes into

Puppet Master struggled, its veins bulging along its neck.

effect on its ability at the moment... what use did that have

runes completed and the Forcd Art lit

erupted around the

scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from the outside,

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

deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the

as though his inner organs were being charred. But, once again, he didn't seem

Leonel didn't speak a single word. Even when the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black

appeared above the pile of ash. They were so large

seemed to stand at the center of the world an even more

of his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing to his feet before he slowly rose

he could muster with just a single arm,

her head into his chest. She had so many words she wanted to say, but of them seemed to want

her on the