Dimensional Descent

Aina felt a crushing feeling in her chest, her vision going dark for a moment. She wasn't quite sure how to breathe or even think any longer.

Her hands slipped from Leonel, her arms no longer seeming to have the strength to hold on. Her knees grew weak and an imbalance she would have easily been able to correct in her peak condition was her undoing. She fell to her butt, her vision blurred and her mind foggy.

The wind seemed to be sucked out of the arena, a response no one could have expected falling to their ears. However, the silence that followed didn't last very long at all.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

The enraged roar shook the arena even more violently than anything Aina could have done. The golden barrier of Force directly shattered in one location, forming an enormous whole as a streak of crimson tore a path out from it, the furious howl of a father penetrating the skies.

Leonel didn't even have the time to turn his head in that direction. All he could do was stir his Lineage Factor, his Bronze Runes vibrating to life in full force and a halo wafting with violet fog appearing above his head.

BANG!

The fist threatened to collapse an entire side of Leonel's face.

beneath cracking and his eye on that side went completely blind. His body went limp for a moment, his brain rattling around his skull like an

wind howled and whistled, much of what remained of Leonel's shirt sheering apart beneath

as he prepared to launch an even more powerful attack. Much of his momentum and Force had been dissipated by the golden barrier, and

didn't kill this boy right here and now, he wouldn't know what

BANG!

surged through him as he felt his bones snap one after another. Even after using his Runes to disperse the impact and spread it throughout himself, the result was just more

however, continued to look forward, a frosty light hidden within them as they watched Miel

pale violet depths could only be described as malevolent. A smoldering abyssal valley of darkness and destruction.

was about to bound forward one more time, though, an almost

IT

Leonel's cold gaze over a distance of several hundred meters. He wanted nothing more

what strength

a few cracks quickly mending in his wake. An entire side of his face had become a swollen monstrosity, but the other

at his robes. He couldn't help but

turned his gaze from Leonel, sweeping his daughter into his arms. He sent a glance backward, the crimson in his eyes glowing and his flowing red hair seemingly having become

reached out a hand, causing the Brazinger family's Heirloom to snap into his palm. In those moments, it felt like the