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.

In the midst of battle, the greatest 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

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

after Leonel dodged to attack as well.

mink?! Why wasn't there any information about that little

vanished. He realized that he had to pull his domain down. This was the only way

mental coercion dulled his reflexes. All he could see were

how the old gentleman, a man known for his care and meticulousness, could possibly miss such an important detail. Not once had he mentioned this little mink… Not

darkened, he felt that at least it was good that his domain would fade away… That would

his throat and tearing a hole through his chest, taking with him a shadow that somehow felt eerily familiar to him. He

appearing before Double Shot

his ability was 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 with his

but it was still enough to

to aim and shoot. But,

out of the way of the bullet the instant Double Shot

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

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