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.

as though it was chain

If it had to be described, it was like someone cut out all the veins of the human body and displayed it in its

for the blood and grime ruining the image, this would have maybe been the most beautiful Craft they had ever

his body 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 his limits. Yet, he continued to walk, his spear scraping

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

didn't seem

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

his spear beginning to slowly draw runes into the

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

its ability at the moment... what use

and the Forcd Art lit

erupted

scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from the

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

muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the hearts of those

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

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

the pile of ash. They were so large that they far outstripped

giving the young man who seemed to stand at the center of the world an even more

surfboard

arm, he brought Aina down

to say, but of them seemed to want to

one good remaining arm to pat her on the