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.

side went completely blind. His body went limp for a moment, his brain rattling around his skull like an unleashed

of what remained of Leonel's shirt sheering

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

right here and now,

BANG!

crashed into the golden barrier, his entire body suddenly becoming wracked by a wave of pain. Wave after wave surged through him as he felt his bones snap one after another. Even

to look forward, a frosty light hidden

could only be described as malevolent. A smoldering abyssal valley

as Miel was about to bound forward one more time, though, an

IT RIGHT

in his gaze hadn't even waned in the slightest, even meeting Leonel's cold

strength she had left. "… Please take me

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

he felt his daughter weakly tugging at his robes. He couldn't help but feel his own heart breaking.

a glance backward, the crimson in his eyes glowing and his flowing red hair

his palm. In those moments, it felt like the reappearance of a War Lord. There was no doubt that had Miel had this blade in his hand, he could have single handedly wiped the