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.'

Before

flashed, appearing to stand on Leonel's shoulder with a beating

toward the shocked Pisces, its little

on in horror, her body visibly

"Why… Why me…"

a small bout of jealousy would really lead to her death in this way. She had just wanted to grow stronger. Wasn't she allowed to want such

own strokes to the cruelty of this

rose into the skies, leaving over the horizon. But, from start

after seeing the Emperor's prowess, and even hearing that he had specifically

his pockets, Elorin's index finger continued to twitch, illusions of slicing the little mink in two replaying in his

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definitely enough for him to never forget the impression it had left on him.

Leonel would have found it far more difficult to ignore the fact a battle was

wasn't as explosive as it had been when Leonel first stepped foot onto it, with what remaining just being

couldn't delay going to see his grandfather this time. Though it seemed that everything had already been

world. Despite the fact a war for a world

their hands full wrapping their minds

roads paved of wealth that led to its 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

guarding the entrance of