Dimensional Descent

Leonel had done a great deal of things he hadn't wanted to, purely for the sake of survival.

He had his wife participate in the Gathering of Kingdoms alone. He had lost the Gathering of Minds on purpose. He lost against the Spirituals on purpose and had even been forced to help the Spirituals out of their predicament afterward.

The first he had done for the sake of hiding the true extent of his talent. The second he had done to pitch the Owlans into a despair of their own causing. The third he had done so that he could face off against the Nomads and stop Somnus' sisters' plans... and the last he had done to deal a final blow to her.

Each one of these things were matters he hadn't wanted to do, and that last one especially left the most sour taste in his mouth because it was also the one that had happened the most recently, and it was also the one that had enraged him the most.

The Spirituals had tried to humiliate his wife, and in the end, for the sake of dealing with Flaura, he had had no choice but to help save them.

This sort of grudge had been brewing in his heart for a long while.

He bet that they had been living very comfortable lives this last more than year. Their greatest threat was gone, and even if she came back, she would be more focused on dealing with him rather than them.

"What-."

Leonel punched out.

The expression of the Emberheart Lord changed, and he hurried to block, but he was sent flying through the skies.

Leonel kept moving. With every step he took, he sent out another punch.

Anyone paying attention could tell that he was clearly using less strength than he had against the formations, holding back because he could.

He didn't just want to crush the Emberheart Lord, he wanted to absolutely humiliate him.

making spectacles of people and humiliating them in public, right? In that case, he would give them a taste

care about anything in this world aside

else could take

in that case, the top of his list was ensuring that no one could slight

BANG! BANG! BANG!

thunderous booms began to echo. From a completely silent style, Leonel chose the most overbearing and outrageous method as though he wanted to engrave everything into

The sounds. Even the

wanted to engrave this

armor Lord Emberheart wore was slowly being shattered. Blood leaked from his lips and he realized

javelin, but Leonel casually raised

against the ends of the javelin and crushed it as though bunching up paper. The Emberheart Flames that their noble family was so proud of

flicked a finger, and the flames came barreling toward the man, moving so

BANG!

crashing into the wide double

and he lay in a broken heap, his breathing

city fell into silence as Leonel

a chance to

can wait patiently for today's date next year and

BANG!

descended, a surge of light came from inside the palace and a familiar figure appeared in a blur by the

other

stop the wife from checking