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 incredibly thin and was filled with perforations as though it was chain

to

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

seemingly about to fall over any time now. From afar, he truly seemed to have reached the very

metal played through the silent city. In fact, the entire battlefield

didn't seem

way to the Puppet Master, his visage expressionless. Even seeing his own blood dripping from the latter's lips, he

his spear beginning to slowly draw runes into the

its neck. But, nothing it

on its ability at the moment... what

completed and the

scorching flame suddenly erupted around the

to scream, feeling its body being slowly cooked from

couldn't see a thing, the tip of Leonel's spear lit up with another flame, lightly piercing into the

slow and deliberate, the muffled cries of the Variant freezing over the hearts of those who

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

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 had nothing to do with

appeared above the pile of ash. They were

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

his palm, Leonel's spear vanished, a surfboard appearing

with just a single arm, he brought Aina down from his back, a light smile

want to make themselves known. She simply held onto him with all her might, her

her on the head, his