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

it had to be described, it was like someone cut out all the veins of the human body

would have been shocked and awed by the spectacle. If it wasn't for the blood and grime ruining the image, this would

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

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

Leonel didn't seem to

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

slowly draw runes into the

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

there was no effect on its ability at

the

scorching flame suddenly erupted around the

wanted to scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from

of Leonel's spear lit

movements were slow and deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the

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

ash, leaving nothing but a pile of black soot, he remained completely indifferent as though

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

moment, they swept into him, giving the young man who seemed

palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing

single arm, he

She had so many words she wanted to say, but of them seemed to want to make themselves known. She simply held onto him

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