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.

narrowed. "The implications of those words are quite dangerous, you

difference between whether I speak or not?

even Thorne didn't dare to speak, at least

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game," Thorne finally

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

out from the soles of

hand back reflexively, feeling that he

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

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

Even the clothing of people far off into the distance

flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their very souls, a moment

BANG.

been so great that he was sliced in

this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. Maybe if

down, his spear flickering and cutting out an Innate Node. He tossed 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

he cut out another, then another. By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even

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

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

over. "You're