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

was thrown into chaos. No one could

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 like

nodding in appreciation. Despite so many years of peace, it

weak. It seemed that they still

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

they facing,

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

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

of the Knights spit up a mouthful of blood and fainted,

situation where a Force Art was linking the power of so

things would never go so poorly, but facing Leonel who had grasped their weakness perfectly, and attacked at an opportunity that

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

skies, and yet the difference was little. With just as much ease, Leonel crushed them. If there was any difference at all,

"It's you-!"

the very same man who had overseen

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

but just like every time before,

became like

BANG!

rather from the collision. To his surprise, the

Sort of.