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

about anything in this world aside from his friends and

could take

the top of his list was ensuring

BANG! BANG! BANG!

most overbearing and outrageous method as though

The sounds. Even the

engrave this

armor Lord Emberheart wore was slowly being shattered. Blood leaked from his lips and he realized that he couldn't even mobilize his flames

and suddenly sent out a flaming javelin, but Leonel casually raised a hand and caught it out

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

flicked a finger, and the flames came barreling toward the man, moving so swiftly that he couldn't

BANG!

backward, crashing into the wide double doors of the

he lay in a broken heap, his breathing weak and his aura

city fell into silence as

can do. If you want a chance

today's date next year and see if I

BANG!

Leonel's voice descended, a surge of light came from inside the palace

none other

stop the wife from checking