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

one could have expected for something like this to

Spiritual Race was unlike the secluded Dwarven Race. They were so confident in their power that they didn't put up barriers to

terrorist to suddenly

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

seemed that they still

of allowing their powers to resonate, but too many of them were in the Seventh and Eighth Dimensions, the best only had

they

formation before it was even formed. The Force Arts in their armor

a single fist, the quickly forming cauldron in the skies shattered into countless pieces. The shards fell from the skies, and the backlash cracked their

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

that rarely happened, but in a situation where a Force Art was linking the power of so many, these knights had had no option but

had grasped their weakness perfectly, and

to stop Leonel and Aina found themselves in the

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

"It's you-!"

same man who had overseen the previous farce. Honestly,

wife's soft hand in

rumbled once again, but just like every time before, there

became like his

BANG!

come from Leonel, but rather from the collision. To

Sort of.