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 this,

react, Leonel appeared behind him, his foot snapping outward with such

energy shield ability 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

Unfortunately, it didn't matter.

beautiful sight, the way the lightness and darkness contrasted and danced about one another. But, as beautiful as it was, the

planted leg shattered the arena beneath his

stone slabs that kicked up into the air as though a skateboard that had an end pressed

shatter pieces all at once like a pane of glass clattering

when Leonel's

hands and the soles

light and fire in the air, a sharp pain stinging his lower back as he

…

a garbled mess. 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

to 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

that moment, Head Hutchin flashed to Aina's side, placing a hand on her shoulder

exactly then that Leonel pulled it

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. Its barrel was over a meter long

in the arena seemed to swirl toward it leaving

imperceptible, but the heat of the arena also rose by a measure as Leonel rose it to his shoulder, his eye training along its

His short hair waved about with

barrel of his gun lining up with his sights, his will and his

this, he might as well set the world

to keep them all safe… You are my Queen,