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

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

spread, even Thorne didn't dare to speak,

Leonel's lip curled.

a dangerous game," Thorne finally

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

the soles of Leonel's feet and the edges of

pull his hand back reflexively, feeling

was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but

beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises

star. Even the clothing of

danced across it seemed to be marked into their very souls, a moment that they would be unlikely

BANG.

blade having been so great that he was sliced in two, the blade falling

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 would

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

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

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

looked over. "You're