Dimensional Descent

The Pluto Race youth was in a sorry state. It was already odd seeing someone so heavily injured not bleed even a drop of blood, but that was maybe the constant state of the Pluto race.. on the rare occasion that they were actually hurt, that is.

"You... you... what happened?"

Leonel walked by the El'Rion, ignoring him. He could spare a few words for his mother, but El'Rion wasn't such a person to him. In fact, if he could kill El'Rion and take The Hourglass, he would do so. Unfortunately, he would have to waste his best opportunity to get his hands on that item until he could figure out a method to take it away without it ripping his arm from his shoulder.

El'Rion's gaze flickered, but he didn't say anything. Leonel had already been in a bad state when he met him, but this...

Leonel continued to walk, the further he got out of the range of the original battlefield, the further he could blink ahead.

Eventually, he made it.

In the depths of space, there was no wind, no resistance, and the forces in action were so weak that once something started flying in a certain direction, getting it to stop was just hoping that it crashed into a planet. But in the vastness of this emptiness, that was like hoping a sewing line would thread itself into a needle cast into the ocean off the back of a wave. There was too much darkness, too much emptiness...

But that also meant that if something flew in a single direction, you would almost always find it continuing in that said direction... at the same speed, at the same pace...

a body remaining, there was nothing body blood, even the flesh was minced so fine that it looked not much different. The fact there was anything at all remaining, though, was quite surprising. Leonel had begun his journey, thinking that he wouldn't find anything at all. Maybe he would walk in this direction to the ends

even know why he had come, it was just as foolish as his actions had been previously. He knew that if he found anything, it

would there be? There wasn't even

the Shadow Tail writhe

have had a school of children. He should have crowned each one of

fists so hard that the small bones in his hands cracked one after another, his nails splintering,

to separate her soul, the destruction of her body shouldn't have been the end of her, but how could such a blow not shatter any semblance of an Ethereal Glabella that

have dissipated from her body even quicker. After he had spent hours battling the Shadow Tail, it was impossible that there would still be a soul

it targeted him immediately after dealing with Aina. He didn't have the strength to ignore it and go after Aina immediately. He could only sit and wait for it to die, dancing on the edge of life and

up, her soul would have already dissipated. The only reason she had even slowed down enough for him to catch up at all was because her body had dispersed into countless pieces and the force was distributed across them. Ironically, the reason he could see her again, even in

his heart threatening to beat out of

be a step ahead of his thoughts as he opened a palm, a golden tablet appearing within. He