Dimensional Descent

Leonel landed heavily on the deck. One would have thought that with the level of strength this being had, he would have flown much further than that. Or, even worse, would already be dead. But it seemed that the strength was applied in breaking the rules of this Zone, separating him from a body that he should have been one with.

In the simplest words, it could be said that he had already failed this Zone. In the most complex, this existence had the ability to ignore the rules of this world, stepping through reality and manipulating it to their desires.

However, rather than feeling fear, Leonel was only more enraged. Why was this man able to ignore the restrictions of the Regulator, but his father was not? Who did he think he was?

A furious roar left Leonel's lips. He didn't seem to feel the shattered remnants of his body as his Force pushed him up. If he couldn't move his body, then he would move other things. He looked up into the skies.

He could no longer feel it. He was certain that there had been an eye there, but his current perception wasn't even able to understand what was before him now outside of a large mass that blotted out the skies. He had no way of telling how it had appeared, or why it was seemingly able to stand both here, and not, both in existence, and not, somehow taking up all space, and yet not interfering with any of the existence planets, stars, and worlds.

But he knew it was there, he was certain.

BOOM!

Leonel's Tier 3 armor appeared, a radiant bow wrapped in black and gold taking shape. He raised it and pulled, his arrow aimed toward the skies.

Then he felt it. That very same annoying sneer. He couldn't see it, but he could sense it. It was as though that very emotion prickled the deepest sense of rage within his heart, a part of his sense of self that was so solidly and deeply ingrained that it existed across all time and reality.

He knew that trying

look down on

Clink.

into place, his Divine Armor rumbling to life and the pressure of Force, or lack thereof,

"... Deserve death."

lowered, and he released his bowstring. The echo of the TWANG of his bowstring roared across

some of its strength being

see it, but he could feel it. He could feel that annoying disdain changing

Regulator, stripping it of its usual control. But this was impossible, definitely not by

"No-"

was too late. Leonel's arrow pierced through Shan'Rae's forehead. One after another, the stars that twinkled across her

quite understanding what was going on, or how he had suddenly

his remaining arm reached forward and his hand wrapped around the arrow's body, stopping it in its tracks when it was

He couldn't remember the last time he had been in such a stressful situation,