Dimensional Descent

The change was so abrupt that hardly anyone knew how they should react to the suddeness. In one moment devastating pressure was hanging over Earth, and in the next, it was as though it had been washed away by the warmth of a protector.

The life and death of the warriors who had just been valiantly riding the air ship were completely unknown. Many the only person who was aware of the answer to the question aside from the men themselves was Emperor Fawkes.

The hand slowly faded from the skies, but the voice of the Emperor didn't, hanging in the air for just a moment longer.

"… Leonel, you've avoided this old man for long enough, don't you think?"

These words lingered, reverberating through the minds of all those who heard it.

Leonel himself didn't move for a long while as though he couldn't hear the words of this grandfather of his at all. Instead, he had the same thought for the second time that day. In fact, this time, it reverberated in his mind with an even greater fervor.

'Is this what power is?'

Leonel suddenly felt a small hand slip into his. This time, it didn't wash away all the discomfort he was feeling, but at the very least, it gave him something to lean upon somewhat.

His gaze shifted from the skies to the petite young lady standing to his side. Something about her presence gave him the room he needed to breathe easier.

Leonel squeezed her hand lightly.

'Little Blackstar.'

by Leonel's side. Before Pisces could react, she found a hole where her heart should have

on Leonel's shoulder with a beating heart in his

its little

watched on in horror, her

"Why… Why me…"

lead to her death in this way. She had just wanted to grow stronger. Wasn't she allowed to want such

Leonel ended up adding his own strokes

into the skies, leaving over the horizon. But, from start to finish, Elorin didn't

members who hated Leonel's guts could only watch on in fury. But, after seeing the Emperor's prowess, and even hearing that he had specifically stepped out to protect Leonel… Which

his pockets, Elorin's index finger continued to twitch, illusions of

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previously, it was most definitely enough for him to never forget the impression it had left on him. And, despite the fact he was enraged at the time… it most definitely left

wasn't the overwhelming presence the Palace, Leonel would have found it far more difficult to ignore

foot onto it, with what remaining just being petty skirmishes, but it was a battle theless. Leonel almost felt bad for flying over it without

his grandfather this time. Though it seemed that everything had already been handled, Leonel was far from

the fact a war for a world was occurring below, the main core of The Capital seemed completely unaffected. It was hard to tell how someone of Terrain would react to

wrapping their minds around the

doors were lined with warriors, each exuding a dangerous aura. It felt that if even just ten of these men and women stepped toward to the outside world, the war would be as good as

valiantly guarding the entrance