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

those that dare look down on

Clink.

Armor rumbling to life and the pressure of Force, or lack thereof, coming from Earth's atmosphere rushed toward a single direction.

"... Deserve death."

echo of the TWANG of his bowstring roared across the Folds

strength being snatched away by

could feel it. He could feel that annoying disdain changing to something different, something filled with

they had stirred even the Regulator, stripping it of its usual control. But this was impossible, definitely not by a Seventh Dimensional ant, and especially

"No-"

One after another, the stars

El'Rion, who had been in a daze, not quite understanding what was going on, or how he had

At the same time, his remaining arm reached forward and his hand wrapped around the arrow's body, stopping

as he slowly pulled the arrow back. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in such a stressful situation, and he could never remember being injured in his life. This sort of