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.

of those words are quite dangerous,

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

spread, even Thorne didn't dare to speak,

Leonel's lip curled.

a dangerous game," Thorne finally

I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but

to come out from the soles of Leonel's

caused Thorne to pull his hand back

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

down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood

surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far off into the

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

BANG.

been so great that he was sliced

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 have already died

palms as though it

By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He was

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

it was worth it," Thorne said lightly. "The world isn't a place you

"You're an