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.

knew. Even Leonel was completely in the dark, brewing in his frustration and fury without anywhere

death of Flaura meant absolutely

wanted her death... just

**

gaze flashed like

seen wrongly. But he still felt that the odds of him making such a mistake were far too low.

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

potential worst-case scenario and had been

...

were peculiar in terms of what someone like Leonel was used to seeing. But if they were to appear

was humanoid, but that was

They were especially tall and lanky, the shorter one between the two still standing at over four

clothing seemed to be bark dotted around their private regions, and faces looked like

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 refined down to a high

of this that they

two were a part of a Race

The Sylvan Race.

their vitality and their wisdom. Even in comparison to the Void Race that

terms of all the

were known to be the

World before them,

the

female Sylvan spoke

worth thousands of times

It had to be known that Leonel had already made an outrageous amount of money just for selling the information, enough that he