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.

a single one managing

chaos. No one could have expected

unlike 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 nothing

could they expect a terrorist to suddenly appear

nodding in appreciation. Despite so many years

It seemed that

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

were they facing,

even formed. The Force Arts in their armor

shards fell from the skies, and the backlash cracked their armor,

one of the Knights spit up a mouthful of blood

linking the power of so many, these knights had had no option but to open themselves up

grasped their weakness perfectly, and attacked at an opportunity that was just as perfect, what chance

Leonel and Aina

activated their formation and cauldrons of blazing flames filled the skies, and yet the difference was little. With just as much

"It's you-!"

familiar human. It was the very same man who had overseen the previous farce. Honestly, Leonel couldn't be bothered to retrieve his name from

wife's soft hand in his left, and his right balled into a

like every time

became like

BANG!

come from Leonel, but rather from the collision. To his surprise, the old man had managed to fight

Sort of.