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.

not a single one managing to withstand even a single

chaos. No one could have

the secluded Dwarven Race. They were so confident in their power that they didn't put up barriers to anyone coming to their worlds and usually there was only a minor check for fierce criminals, but

they expect a terrorist to suddenly appear

chuckle while nodding in appreciation. Despite

that

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

were they facing,

before it was even formed. The Force Arts

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

of blood

a Force Art was linking the power of so many, these knights had had no option but to

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

troop of knights that tried to stop Leonel and Aina found themselves in the

as much ease, Leonel crushed them. If there was any difference at all, it was that he had to put a little bit

"It's you-!"

and saw a familiar human. It was the very same man who had overseen the previous farce. Honestly, Leonel couldn't be bothered

took another step, his wife's soft hand in his

just like every time before, there wasn't

arm became like

BANG!

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

Sort of.