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

appeared to Leonel's back. Before Milan could react, Leonel appeared behind him, his foot snapping outward with such force that the air crackled and

activated. On first look, his own ability was identical to Wissan's. But it was clear by the fact he was chosen as a seeded genius and Wissan was not despite being from the same organization,

Unfortunately, it didn't matter.

the lightness and darkness contrasted and danced about one another. But, as beautiful as it was, the devastation it wrought was on a completely

shattered the arena beneath his

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

half to his front splintered into a web of shatter pieces all at once like a pane

that was when Leonel's kick

'U'. The backs of his hands and the soles of his

sharp pain

…

She could feel that Leonel had a reason for doing all of this, that he had a reason for cutting her away like this when they had already both agreed to rise to the top

both of them, and yet she was too late to raise even a hand. The worst hadn't even happened yet,

moment, Head Hutchin flashed to Aina's side, placing a hand

then that

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. Its barrel was over a meter long

in the arena seemed to swirl toward it leaving streaks of humidity whirling

glow. It was imperceptible, but the heat of the arena also rose by a measure

smile completely faded. All that was left was cold, a heavy violet air manifesting around his very being. His short hair waved about with violent shifts that made it feel as though he was about to be the center of his own

onto the silent masked figures, the barrel of his gun lining up with

to be like this, he might as well set the world the

I can trust to keep them all