Dimensional Descent

Leonel's fists fell like a torrential storm. He stood within a cave carved by his own fists, his rage only seeming to become worse with each passing moment.

Leonel couldn't ever remember being this absolutely furious before. Every time he tried to consider why that was, he just couldn't pinpoint it and it fueled his tirade even more.

A violent crimson aura hung around him, suffocating his violet fog. The killing intent was so thick and viscous that even the Sixth Dimensional creatures in the surroundings didn't dare to get close.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Blood flew from Leonel's fists and his lips, his body having come nowhere close to healing from Miel's strike. To make matters worse, the mountains of Planet Montex were known for their hardness, even to the point they could grow to a height of piercing into space without faltering.

Yet, Leonel's fists kept wailing, a harsh and grating whistle emitting from them every time he slammed forward.

It was stupid. It was all so stupid.

That was the perfect opportunity to use the spider construct on her father, yet he missed it. She was a warrior maybe even more powerful than himself, yet he had turned her away. Her words had been sincere and even if he didn't care for them, shouldn't he have at least Respected them?

He couldn't think clearly. His mind was covered in a haze and he couldn't line up his beliefs properly. He was absolutely furious, but he didn't even have a target. He simply kept punching the walls of these mountains. His lungs were screaming, his limbs were on fire, and his bones couldn't even properly heal under the strain he was putting them under.

The cave only grew deeper and deeper. Leonel was absolutely relentless and he didn't even seem to show any signs of slowing down.

body was at a completely different one. No matter how much fuel

BANG!

his body along, forcing it to break into Tier 4.

wall before him and his body falling to his

he was swallowing hot coals and his blood rushed through his body like molten metal.

but his mind was still in overdrive. After receiving so much rest over the past few days, it had far too much energy. Even if he wanted to pass out, he couldn't do it, let alone the fact he wanted to continue furiously swinging

at that moment that he suddenly felt a palm touch his back. Even in the state his mind was in, he hadn't

when he saw what was

memories of. Those twinkling emerald eyes were

meters in, shrouding everything in complete darkness. And

her brows furrowed in worry. She had been fretting over every tiny detail about how she would face her son again, but in the end, her motherly instinct won out. Even

her son and the deep crimson taking over his irises,

never expected, though, was for that violent crimson to vanish almost the instant he laid eyes on

"Mom?"

her son's arms being tightly wound around her, causing her to enter a state of shock for a long while. But