Dimensional Descent

Leonel was hit by a wave of nostalgia when he entered the Ma'at Bubble for the first time in so long. Even if it wasn't for the fact it had been 10 years inside the Zone, it had still been over a year in the outside world.

But with that realization came a reminder of a memory that still filled him with fury.

He hadn't forgotten how the Spirituals had tried to use his wife as the fall-guy for their issues.

He wasn't sure what had happened since then...

But he also didn't give a damn.

This time, he didn't hide his presence. Instead, he strolled into Spiritual territory boldly.

BANG!

Leonel stretched out a foot and shattered the gates to the Spiritual Race palace.

He was too fast, and his actions were too sudden. No one could have expected that a human would appear here and cause trouble to this level and fashion.

Although it had been a year, too many knew the fact of Leonel and Aina. When they understood who it was had appeared, they were even more shocked.

"HALT!"

Leonel didn't even bring out his spear. He punched out several times and a silence fell. There were no whistling winds, no claps of thunder. It was like his fist wind had suddenly teleported across space, appearing before the chests of the Spirituals and shattering their chests.

after another, not a single one

could

Race. They were so confident in their power that they didn't put up barriers to anyone

could they expect a terrorist

mobilized swiftly. Leonel could only chuckle while nodding in appreciation. Despite so many years of peace, it seemed that they were still

seemed that they still weren't taking

men looked powerful and imposing, and they even seemed to have treasures capable of allowing their powers to resonate, but too many of them were in the Seventh and Eighth Dimensions, the best only had Impetus Forces. And while their cooperative Force Art seemed powerful enough to allow them to face off against Life State, Ninth

they facing,

saw through the flaw in the formation before it was even formed. The Force Arts in their armor couldn't hide

the skies shattered into countless pieces. The shards fell from the skies, and the backlash cracked their armor, causing their Force to flow

spit up a mouthful of blood and fainted,

the power of so many, these knights had had no option

facing Leonel who had grasped their weakness perfectly, and attacked at an opportunity that

Leonel and Aina found themselves

had already activated their formation and cauldrons of blazing flames filled the skies, and yet the difference was little. With just as much ease, Leonel crushed them. If there was any difference at all, it was that he

"It's you-!"

familiar human. It was the very same man who had overseen

soft hand in his left, and his right balled into

wind rumbled once again, but just like

became

BANG!

there was a sound. It didn't come from Leonel, but rather from the collision. To

Sort of.