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

was just trying to exist, and yet trash keeps trying to get in my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or

Thorne didn't dare to speak, at

Leonel's lip curled.

a dangerous game,"

me before I skewer you like him? I've killed

began to come out from the soles

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

was burned from the inside out. He was still struggling to hold

to break down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his

Even the clothing

to be marked into their very souls, a moment that they would be unlikely to ever

BANG.

having been so great that he was sliced in two,

screams of agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body

looked 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 as

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

he couldn't separate

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

over. "You're an annoyance.