Dimensional Descent

Leonel couldn't blame Milan too much. Aina had gone from 5'7 to over six feet tall. It was only inevitable that many would think her to be a completely different person.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Leonel's mind kicked into overdrive. Numerous thoughts and plans flashed one after another, his thinking speed becoming faster and faster.

Leonel felt sparks flying through his Dreamscape. But, the final connection couldn't be made no matter how hard he tried.

'Augustus Ovilteen, the Head of the Milky Way Guild… The worst case scenario is having to fight a man of that caliber, but there's also a high likelihood that he's involved. Such a high profile deal wouldn't have been made without his approval.'

Leonel looked up and into the high ceiling lights before looking back toward Aina who had been staring at him right from the very beginning.

His lip curled into a slightly bitter smile. It was the kind of look that made Aina's heart skip a beat outside of her control. She knew at that point that Leonel was about to do something that placed him in a ridiculous amount of danger.

It felt as though all her fears were collapsing onto her chest in waves. Leonel hadn't moved, but to her, it was almost like he was fading from existence.

"Don't you dare!" She roared, sirens blaring in her mind.

Leonel's lips moved without a sound.

Sorry.

Aina's mind went blank. She hardly registered what happened next. All she could hear was the whining high pitch of her breathing. All she could see was a blurry world of flashing light and cacophonic explosions.

When she realized that she should probably move, to do something, do anything…

…

into action. 'Sorry about

Leonel appeared behind him, his foot

it was clear by the fact he was chosen as a seeded genius and Wissan was not despite being from the same organization, that

Unfortunately, it didn't matter.

sight, the way the lightness and darkness contrasted

leg shattered the arena beneath

to Leonel's back crumbled into large, irregularly shaped stone slabs that kicked up into the air

splintered into a web of shatter pieces all at once like a pane of glass

when Leonel's

backs of his hands and the soles of his feet nearly touched as he streaked across the

sharp pain stinging his lower back

…

that Leonel had a reason for doing all of this, that he had a reason for cutting her away like this when

stop Milan in the air without injuring the both of them, and yet she was too late to raise even a hand. The worst hadn't even happened yet, but she had practically collapsed because she knew all too well how it would

Aina's side, placing a hand on

exactly then that

was a sniper rifle of epic proportions, yet it seemed drawn up from the fantasy of all men. It had a base of black accented by vibrant golds and silvers.

with power. For a moment, all the air in the arena

imperceptible, but the heat of the arena also rose by a measure as Leonel rose it to his

being. His short hair waved about with violent shifts

silent masked figures, the barrel of his gun lining up with his sights, his will and his

be like this, he might as well set the

I can trust to keep