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 to withstand even

one could

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

a terrorist

Emberheart Knights were mobilized swiftly. Leonel could only chuckle while nodding in appreciation. Despite so many

were too weak. It seemed that they still weren't taking him very

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

were they facing,

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

shattered into countless pieces. The shards fell from the skies, and the backlash

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

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

so poorly, but facing Leonel who had grasped their weakness perfectly, and attacked at an opportunity

to stop Leonel

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

"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

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

once again, but just like every time before,

arm became

BANG!

there was a sound. It didn't come from Leonel, but rather from the collision. To his surprise, the old man had

Sort of.