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.

His body went limp for a moment, his brain rattling around his skull like an unleashed pin

and whistled, much of what remained of Leonel's

ignored the feeling of his 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, and his own injuries which

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

BANG!

by a wave of pain. Wave after wave surged through him as he felt his bones snap one after another. Even after using his Runes to

light hidden within them as they watched Miel preparing

as malevolent. A smoldering abyssal valley of darkness and destruction. Even as Leonel coughed up

to bound forward one more time, though, an almost shrieking shout called

STOP IT RIGHT

hadn't even waned in the slightest, even meeting Leonel's cold gaze over a distance of several hundred

Aina spoke with what strength she had left. "… Please take me away, I don't want to be here

down 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 maintained a cold indifference that continued to

daughter weakly tugging at his robes. He couldn't help but feel

his daughter into his arms. He sent a glance backward, the crimson in his eyes glowing and his flowing red hair seemingly having become a raging dragon

atmosphere in the air seemed to grow palpable. It only became more so after Miel reached out a hand, causing the Brazinger family's Heirloom to snap into 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