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.'

suddenly blazed a trail by Leonel's side. Before Pisces could react, she found a hole

little mink flashed, appearing to stand on Leonel's shoulder with a beating heart in his

Pisces, its

horror, her body

"Why… Why me…"

jealousy would really lead to her death in this way. She had just wanted to

adding his own strokes to the cruelty

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

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

Elorin's index finger continued to twitch, illusions of

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only appeared before it for a moment previously, it was most definitely enough for him to never forget the impression it had left on him. And, despite the fact he

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

remaining just being petty skirmishes, but it was a battle

Though it seemed that everything had already been handled,

the highest layer, he felt as though he had entered an all new world. Despite the fact a war for a world was occurring below, the main core of The Capital seemed completely unaffected. It was

then again, they probably had their hands full wrapping their minds around the strength Emperor Fawkes just

found that the 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

here, valiantly guarding the