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.

greatest weakness of his ability was how long it took to communicate things. This was why it was so

darkness. When Manson said 'ten meters', that was about the only communication that would come from others to himself. When it came to those with high level sensory abilities, Manson was the

Rat had picked the time just after Leonel dodged to attack as well. Usually, this was the perfect moment. But, in practice this

Why wasn't there any information about that little

laziness of Panda's eyes vanished. He realized that he had to pull his domain down. This was the only way

sluggish. A mental coercion dulled his reflexes. All he could see were two floating orbs of violet hovering within the darkness piercing into

time 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

felt that at least it was good

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

his foot, appearing before Double Shot in

the darkness like or Shadow Rat could, but 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

it didn't have a homing ability, but it was still enough to tell that Leonel had suddenly gone from 50 meters from him

and shoot. But, how

sidestepped once, sliding out of the way of the bullet the instant Double Shot pulled the trigger. The

he aimed and prepared to fire,

hands trembled, his shot firing awry. Even though he couldn't see a thing, he didn't need to, to feel that gaping wound that now hung at