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 his frustration and fury

Flaura meant absolutely nothing to

wanted her death...

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gaze flashed like

sensed someone come to this Incomplete World. He had originally thought that he had seen wrongly. But he still felt that the odds of him making such a mistake were far too low. With his skill,

world, so it was impossible to find their trail because Zephyrion himself didn't dare to step out

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

...

peculiar in terms of what someone like Leonel was used to

pair was humanoid, but that was about the only

that formed tight knots and bundles that looked almost like muscle fibers running through their bodies. They were especially tall and lanky, the

private regions, and faces looked like they had been carved out of ancient brown

of a dark shade of gold. Though it wasn't quite dark gold, it wasn't quite gold either. They

was precisely because of this that they held some vicissitudes of

part of a Race of powerful

The Sylvan Race.

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

terms of all the creatures

were known to be the

saw the Incomplete World before them, they realized that it was shocking

seen the

Sylvan spoke

be worth thousands of times what

that Leonel had already made an outrageous amount of money just for selling the information, enough that he was even