Dimensional Descent

Chapter 752 - Silence.

Leonel watched as the corpses fell before him. The screams of the attendees and the subsequent commotion of the manor all shook the city, yet he didn't seem to be able to hear anything.

He stared at Lord Helyes' body as it slowly bled out before him. Even now, the man struggled to gasp and gurgle, his gradually dimming eyes still filled with shock.

Even as he died, he couldn't fathom the idea of someone killing him, he couldn't wrap his head around how someone beneath him, someone he had appointed, no less, could possibly treat him in this way.

When Helyes took his last, struggling breath, Leonel turned and walked out of the dining room, his gaze still suffused with coldness.

Walking down the hallways, there were some guards who simply charged by him despite the fact he still wielded a bloody spear. Maybe in their minds, they still couldn't wrap their heads around the idea of someone attacking their Lord either. So, when they heard such commotion and alarm, their first reaction was to understand the situation before taking action.

As for the few guards with sense enough to realize that these matters were definitely related to Leonel, they received a whipping spear to the side of their heads, causing their brains to rattle within their skulls.

The commotion of the city continued to grow. However, it soon became obvious to Leonel that not all of it was caused by himself. There was most definitely something else going on. But, even Leonel was shocked when he stepped out of the manor doors to find the source.

top of the manor's marbled steps, his position unwittingly

there was an accumulating

his death. But, Leonel knew that such a thing was far too quick. He had no idea who this

closer, though, even Leonel couldn't help but

was correct. It really wasn't this so-called Majesty. But the source was potentially

even some Leonel would deem as children, all pushed through and into the noble district. Without a care for the risk to their lives,

to the shimmering armor of the guards

ran along with their bare feet, unable to afford shoes. Most wore rags that could barely cover their bodies. Some gripped makeshift weapons or

young man Leonel recognized all too well. Even from so far away, Leonel could see the fury and determination that lit his eyes.

have been too heavy for her. Her face was the picture of nervousness crossed with resolve, but the tears that simultaneously fell from her cheeks made Leonel's

open a jar with her tiny hands. She squeezed and grunted,

to enter a battlefield like this one was beyond Leonel's range of understanding. He didn't

definitely wouldn't have the resolve that would be needed to march

wrong for

felt that the answer was