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.

those words

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

didn't dare to

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game,"

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 I've definitely done so. Do

smoke suddenly began to come out from the soles of

of heat and Destruction caused Thorne to pull his hand

came from Rhangyl as he was burned from the inside out. He was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so strong that his metallic skin seemed to melt

eyes. And yet, Leonel just

the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed to spontaneously combust, the

seemed to be marked into

BANG.

been so great that he was sliced

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

his spear flickering and cutting out an Innate Node. He tossed it in his palms as though it was as hot

time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even

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

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

looked over. "You're an annoyance.