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.

"The implications of those words are quite

in my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or

silence spread, even Thorne didn't dare to speak,

Leonel's lip curled.

playing a dangerous game," Thorne

you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done so. Do

began to come out from the soles of Leonel's feet and

of heat and Destruction caused Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively, feeling that he might lose his hand if he

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

body began to break down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing

that it felt like he was emitting heat from the very surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed to spontaneously combust, the Fire Force

as the flames danced across it seemed to be

BANG.

been so great that he was sliced in two, the

agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to

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

out another, then another. By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He was more a pile of goop

a real death, he couldn't separate easily, especially not while his pain receptors were firing

was worth it," Thorne said lightly. "The world isn't a place you can be as willful as you please. You've cost your entire

looked over. "You're an