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

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

Leonel's lip curled.

a dangerous game," Thorne

I am. So how about you get your hand the fuck off of me before I skewer you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but

the soles of Leonel's feet and the edges of

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

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

yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises flickering with the reflection

flames around him was so caustic and hot 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

casual indifference on Leonel's face as the flames danced across it seemed to be marked

BANG.

to the floor, the heat of the blade having been so great that he was sliced in two, the blade

melted metal, writhing on the ground as his screams of agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body

cutting out an Innate Node. He tossed it in his palms as though it

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

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

a place you can be as willful as you please. You've cost

"You're an annoyance.