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.

incredibly thin and was filled with perforations as though

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 its

If it wasn't for the blood

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

sound of metal played through the silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield had come to a grinding halt, everyone's

didn't

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

spear beginning to slowly draw runes into

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

there was no effect on its ability at the moment... what

and the Forcd

scorching flame suddenly erupted around the Puppet

its body being slowly cooked

see a thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit

deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing

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

the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he remained completely indifferent as though these

the pile of ash. They were so large

swept into him, giving the young man who seemed to stand at the center

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

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

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 his exposed

one good remaining arm to pat her on the head, his heart filled with