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.

filled with perforations as though it was chain

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

for the blood and grime ruining the image, this

From afar, he

In fact, the entire battlefield had come to a grinding halt, everyone's gaze completely

didn't seem to

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

beginning to slowly draw runes into the ground around the Puppet

its veins bulging along its neck. But, nothing it tried to do seemed

its ability at the moment... what use did

completed and the Forcd Art

scorching flame suddenly erupted around

body being slowly cooked from the outside,

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

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

emit from Leonel's lips as though his inner organs were being charred. But, once again, he didn't seem to notice as he pressed into the Invalid's body with

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 as though these matters

pile of ash. They were so large that they far outstripped even Leonel's own

man who seemed to stand at the

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

nimble as he could muster with just a single arm, he brought Aina

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

remaining arm to pat her on