Dimensional Descent

The roars of the beasts were relentless, and the echo of Leonel's heartbeat even more so.

It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.

He wanted her dead, truly dead. But he could still feel that arrogant pair of eyes, that annoying smile, that chuckle that seemed to say that she had everything under control.

It was so infuriating, it was so...

Leonel's mind swam and his heart seemed to have run to the end of its rope. He trembled once and then fell backward, his gaze dimming.

He had run into his limits and then pushed past them again and again, all before he had even managed to fully recover from the first time.

He simply didn't have the energy to do anything else.

He collapsed with a thud and the pair of eyes in his Destruction World slowly vanished.

The fissures across Leonel's body began to fade... but only in part. If before they looked like glowing lines of jagged red, they were instead more like true wounds, bubbling as though they were infected, when in reality it was because his blood was still truly running so hot. Even his blood itself was evaporating into the air.

His consciousness faded and he ran to the truest ends of his limit.

The last thought he had was that not only was this not nearly as satisfying as he wanted it to be...

Something was telling him that he had played right into her hands.

What he didn't know was that years ago, the Demoness had visited a certain Emperor of the Variant Invalids to stop him from killing Flaura... just so that she could have this very moment.

Leonel was completely in the dark, brewing in

of Flaura meant absolutely nothing

wanted her death...

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gaze flashed like

felt that the odds of him making such a mistake were far

trail because Zephyrion himself didn't dare to step out of the world until the time

had already thought of the potential worst-case scenario and had been prepared for it. So

...

least, they were peculiar in terms of what someone like Leonel was used to seeing. But if they were to appear on the God

was humanoid, but that was

through their bodies. They were especially tall and lanky, the

be bark dotted around their private regions, and

had to be their eyes. They were delicate orbs of a dark shade of gold. Though it wasn't quite dark gold, it wasn't quite gold either. They were like polished brass balls, but not

it was precisely because of this that they

a part of a Race

The Sylvan Race.

their wisdom. Even in comparison to the Void Race that seemed to be able to endlessly regenerate, they were

in terms of all

were known to be the

Incomplete World before them, they realized that it

the problem,

Sylvan

worth thousands of times

known that Leonel had already made an outrageous amount of money just for selling the information, enough that he was even able to lay a formation that changed the