Dimensional Descent

Leonel sent a casual glance over. There was no one capable of sneaking up on him, not among these people. He had already seen through them long ago.

It was a man-a Demon, rather. But he looked quite human aside from the purple scale on his forehead and the horns on his head. Even with this, though, he looked absolutely immaculate, reminding Leonel a lot of Elthor in that way. Neither were human, but both seemed to meet the aesthetic in ways human men could not.

Leonel looked down at the slender fingers grabbing his arm. The grip was light if it could be called a grip at all. It was more like a pat.

"Do you need something?" Leonel asked.

The Demon smiled, "my name is Thorne."

"You didn't answer my question," Leonel replied.

Thorne chuckled. "I think this has gone on for long enough, don't you think? You've already vented your anger."

"Have I?" Leonel asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"You know, in the world I come from, they always said Demons were vicious creatures without morality. I didn't think I'd meet such a soft one."

Thorne laughed even louder. "Don't all Races have their lessers? I've always heard that Humans are weak and fragile, are you the same?"

The question was rhetorical.

"A temporary ailment," Leonel replied without missing a beat.

eyes narrowed. "The implications of those words are quite

the difference between whether I speak or not? Are you going to reach out and pat the arms

silence spread, even Thorne didn't

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game," Thorne

you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done so. Do you think this kiddy pool is deep enough

come out from the soles of Leonel's feet and

hand back reflexively, feeling that he

He was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so strong that his metallic skin seemed to melt beneath

down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises flickering with

Even the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed to spontaneously combust, the Fire Force in the air multiplying to the point there didn't seem to be

be marked into their very souls, a moment that they would

BANG.

that he was sliced

flesh, blood, and melted metal, writhing on the ground as his screams of agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. Maybe if he had a weaker body, he would have

it in his palms as though it was as hot as the core of a planet. His skin still seemed just as smooth and just as

finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He was more a pile of goop and metal than a

Without a real death, he couldn't separate easily, especially not while his pain receptors were firing

Thorne said lightly. "The world isn't a place you

over. "You're an annoyance. Piss