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.

her purpose was, only she knew. Even Leonel was completely in the dark, brewing in his frustration and fury

death of Flaura meant absolutely nothing

her death... just

**

flashed like

But he still felt

their trail because Zephyrion himself didn't dare to step out of the world until the time was right and proper. He couldn't reveal his tail too soon

thought of the potential worst-case scenario and had been prepared for it. So when the time actually came, he

...

what someone like Leonel was used

that was about the only thing human-like

running through their bodies. They were especially tall and lanky, the shorter one between the two still standing at over four meters tall,

and faces looked like they had been carved

spectacular about them 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

was precisely because of this that they held

of a Race

The Sylvan Race.

vitality and their wisdom. Even in comparison to the Void

all the creatures

known to

World before them, they realized

the problem,

Sylvan spoke

worth thousands of times what

had already made an outrageous amount of money just for selling the information,