Dimensional Descent

Just when the young golden hair and eyed young man thought that his life was forfeit, a hand with translucent scales suddenly appeared before his face.

BANG!

The hand was unable to stop the full momentum of the beam of gold, resulting in the golden haired young man's face being bashed in with the back of it.

Blood flew as the golden haired young man's nose caved in, his body sent reeling backward to the point he nearly fell off of the flying disk the group of them stood upon. He was immediately concussed and felt as though the world was spinning without end all before he fell to his butt, the grip he had on his bow loosening to the point he almost lost hold of it entirely.

At that moment, the young man who had saved his life looked down at his palm. He could feel an ache in his wrist that told him that he had nearly broken it. It was clear that he had underestimated this beam of light almost too much.

This young man had a head of blue hair and eyes, and judging by his stunned look, he was clearly very much confident in his defensive abilities. Though his translucent scales hadn't been broken, he still felt a hint of pain.

"Who?!"

This time, it was a green hair and eyed young man who spoke, being the third of the group of four. It seemed that his temper was the most fiery of the group, but it somewhat made sense. Being so far away from land made him itchy and trigger happy. It was definitely safe to say that he was the most uncomfortable of the current group.

By now, it was very much clear that these young men were members of Earth's hidden families and also that their goal may very well be identical to Leonel's own.

eyes of the Crudus family. The blue hair and eyes of

of the group was the only one who didn't seem to react with shock or fury. He stood silently, a monocle with numerous floating lenses revolving

first main branch member of the hidden families Leonel had ever met.

gaze narrowed. 'It's

retreat from the Project Hunt Island. It was a humiliation he still wore on his chest to this very day. He hadn't

foundation and some groundwork for his future plans. However, at every turn, it seemed like Leonel was there to stop him. He had even tried to use the Royal Blue Fort to deal with him, but even that had ended in

come out for the Terrain war. Only after Earth entered the Fifth Dimension was he finally given some degree of freedom back in return. Yet, in the irony of all ironies, the moment he tried to accomplish something, here was Leonel once again to stand in his

want to tear Leonel limb from

young man called out, seemingly realizing

you dare move.

anyone who should get first crack, shouldn't

grown a mustache of blood from his

"… Never mind…"

showed any emotion at all. It wasn't coldness, it was just

but a deep red