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.

perforations as though it was chain mail rather

that these perforations were actually intricate and delicate patterns. If it had to be described, it was

Force Crafters had been 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 the

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

entire battlefield had come to a grinding halt, everyone's gaze completely focused on

Leonel didn't seem to

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

to slowly draw runes into the ground around the Puppet

Master struggled, its veins bulging along its neck. But,

ability at

and the Forcd Art

erupted around the Puppet

body being slowly cooked from the outside,

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

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

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 body with

word. Even when the Variant Invalid had been burnt to ash, leaving nothing but

ash. They were so large that

who seemed to stand at the center of the

a surfboard appearing to his

muster with just a single arm, he

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

her on the head, his heart filled with warmth