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.

weakness 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,

was about the only communication that would come from others to himself. When it came to those with high

after Leonel dodged to attack as well. Usually, this was the perfect moment. But, in practice this time, he

wasn't there any information about

laziness of Panda's eyes vanished. He realized that he had to pull his domain

All he could see were two floating orbs of violet hovering within the darkness piercing into

sped back up, he grabbed at his throat, the words he tried to speak coming out in a gurgle. He couldn't fathom how the old gentleman, a man known for his care and meticulousness, could possibly miss such an important detail. Not once had

vision darkened, he felt that at least it was good that

of a 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 about what this meant before

foot, appearing before Double Shot in a

a Sensory Type under the category of Marksmanship. It allowed him to attach a marker to a given target that would give him information about their location and give him the ability to aim toward them even

a homing ability, but it was still enough to tell that Leonel had suddenly

was, he was still able to aim and shoot. But, how could Leonel be

bullet the instant Double Shot pulled the trigger. The latter however, was still

gun he aimed and prepared to fire, only to feel a piercing pain to

thing, he didn't need to, to feel that gaping