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 it was chain

looked even closer, it would be possible to see that these perforations were actually intricate and delicate patterns. If it had to be described, it was like someone cut out

the blood

From afar, he truly seemed to have reached the very end of his

fact, the entire battlefield had come to

Leonel didn't

Even seeing his own blood dripping from the latter's lips, he didn't even

his spear beginning to slowly draw runes into the ground around the

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

no effect on its ability at

completed and the

flame suddenly erupted around the Puppet

scream, feeling its body being

thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit up with another flame, lightly piercing

muffled cries of the Variant

began to 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

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

appeared above the pile of ash. They were so large

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

a surfboard appearing to his feet before he slowly rose

arm, he brought Aina down from his back, a light smile gracing his

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 hands

arm to pat her on the