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 where

Leonel's shoulder with

looked toward the shocked Pisces, its

horror, her body visibly

"Why… Why me…"

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

adding his own strokes to

horizon. But,

guts could only watch on in fury. But, after seeing the Emperor's prowess, and

index finger continued to twitch, illusions of slicing the little mink in two

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grand as Leonel remembered. Though he had only appeared before it for a moment previously, it was most definitely enough for him to never forget the impression it had left

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

being petty skirmishes, but it was a battle theless. Leonel almost felt

delay going to see his grandfather this time. Though it seemed that everything had already been handled, Leonel

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 seeing

hands full wrapping their minds around the

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

here, valiantly guarding the entrance