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.

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

meant absolutely

her

**

gaze flashed

He had originally thought that he had seen wrongly. But he still felt that the odds of him making such a mistake

impossible to find 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 and

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

...

peculiar in terms of what someone like Leonel was used to seeing. But

humanoid, but that was about the only thing human-like

that formed tight knots and bundles that looked almost like muscle fibers running through their bodies. They were especially tall and lanky, the shorter one between the two still standing

regions, and faces looked

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

it was precisely because of this that they held some vicissitudes of ancientness and untold

were a part of a Race of powerful

The Sylvan Race.

known for their vitality and their wisdom. Even in comparison to the Void Race that seemed to be

in terms of all the

were known to be the

before them,

the

Sylvan spoke

worth thousands of times what we

the world heard these words, they would be shocked beyond compare. It had to be 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