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.

implications of those words are quite dangerous,

and yet trash keeps trying to get in my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or not? Are you going to reach out

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

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game," Thorne finally

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

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

Destruction caused Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively, feeling that he

from the inside out. He was still struggling to hold onto the spear,

all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward,

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 in the air multiplying to the point there

flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their very

BANG.

fell to the floor, the heat of the blade having been so great that he was sliced in two, the blade falling out after it ran

mess of 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

though it was

wasn't even recognizable. He was more

within his body. Without a real death, he couldn't separate easily,

"The world isn't a place you can be as willful

looked over. "You're an annoyance. Piss