Dimensional Descent

Leonel's pupils constricted.

A Domain that cut off the senses. A sharpshooter that wasn't bothered by it. A leader that could ignore it all with intuition. And now a fourth team member that could make use of the all encompassing shadows to move where they pleased?

The composition of this team was enough to make anyone numb. But for Leonel, his eyes suddenly lit up. He had gotten the final piece of the puzzle he needed.

'Little Blackstar.'

"Yip! Yip!"

Shadow Rat suddenly found himself frozen, stuck in a state of corporeal and shadow. He couldn't retreat and he couldn't advance. It felt like some higher being had grasped onto his very soul.

PCHU.

In the darkness, a little mink flashed. When he appeared again, grasped between his little claws was a still beating heart. With just the smallest squeeze, it burst apart, falling in a rain of blood and gore.

Panda was the only one who could see this scene. The contrast between Blackstar's adorable little twitching whiskers and his bloody actions made even the apathetic veteran's heart seize.

To use a darkness domain and a shadow teleportation ability against a Sovereign of the Shadows… It was like leaping with both feet into an early grave.

of his ability was how long it took to communicate things. This was why it was so important to have Shadow Rat who was unaffected by the darkness, Double Shot who

the midst of such darkness. When Manson said 'ten meters', that was about the only communication that would come

Leonel dodged two bullets that were shot from outside his range, Shadow Rat had picked the time just after Leonel dodged to attack as well. Usually, this was the perfect moment. But,

Why wasn't there any information

had to pull his domain down. This was the only way

then that his movements became sluggish. A mental coercion dulled his reflexes. All he

gentleman, a man known for his care and meticulousness, could possibly miss such an important detail. Not once

that at least it was good that his

little mink leaping down from his throat and tearing a hole through his chest, taking with him a shadow that somehow felt eerily familiar to him. He couldn't even think

his foot, appearing

It allowed him to attach a marker to a given target that would give

have a homing ability, but it was still enough to tell that

to aim and shoot. But, how could Leonel be pinned down

the instant

his second gun he aimed and prepared to fire, only to

his shot firing awry. Even though he couldn't see a thing, he didn't