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.

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

Flaura meant absolutely nothing

just wanted her death...

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flashed

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, how could he possibly be

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

the potential worst-case scenario and had been prepared for

...

a peculiar duo. At least, they were peculiar in terms of what someone like Leonel was used to seeing. But if they were to

that was about

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

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

it wasn't quite

because of this that they held some vicissitudes of

two were a part of a Race of

The Sylvan Race.

the Void Race that seemed to be able to endlessly regenerate, they were

terms of all the creatures

were known to be the most

them, they realized

the problem,

female Sylvan spoke

Incomplete World should be worth thousands of times what we

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 the landscape of the entire