Dimensional Descent

Leonel's mind was in a state of turmoil. His memories had become fragmented. Thoughts that he hadn't had in years, memories he hadn't touched in even longer, floated around in pieces of broken glass akin to fissures in space.

It felt like his entire mind had completely collapsed under a power he had little to no understanding of. And the worst part seemed to be that he couldn't quite think his way out of it too.

He was stuck in limbo, his thoughts just as fragmented as his memories. It was impossible to deduce anything if he couldn't complete a single sentence.

All he could see was that single pair of lingering eyes, but the irony was that while everyone else was thinking about the eyes of the Void Beast, Leonel was thinking about a completely different pair of eyes.

The eyes of that woman, the eyes of the person he hated more than anyone else in this world, the eyes that he had wanted to slash apart, and yet found staring at him even more intently as a result.

It was like everything that his father had done to give him a chance to break free of her had been worthless. He was right back at square one. No, he was in an even worse spot than square one, a place where the Demoness had more control over his life, his thoughts, his existence now than she had ever had before.

Then there was the rage.

It was just as omnipresent as the eyes, lurking in every corner of his mind. Everything seemed to only enrage him further and the glass and mirror fragments of his memories became tinted with red at their edges.

The shade of red was all too familiar. It was a red that had followed him for years, a red that had been with him ever since he awakened his Metal Synergy Lineage Factor.

But now it felt even more potent than before, and it fed off his rage, growing larger and more substantial.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

again and again, and for a moment, he felt that he had been transported back to the first time he had heard Mo'Lexi's name... that woman that seemed

No... she was dead...

the life and death of someone that he had already met was a breeze. Especially when he knew that that person only had an Impetus Force at best. What right did

even cohesively finish these thoughts. It was like the images and short form of them ran

that was when something

peer

about that scene stirred something deep within Leonel, and

she had never helped him either. Although she had provided some form of shielding in the beginning, it was only for the purpose of making

a particular distaste for Aina, and Leonel had deduced that it was because she didn't like the fact she thought Aina was using him. In

Impetus State Dream Force user was impossible. But thanks to this mental weakness, he had

thought about why she felt that way, but seeing her choose to take such a step

hadn't done it for fame or attention, she didn't do it out of revenge or hatred, she had

the eyes of the old monsters of the God Realms, but in his views, it was an entire third of his life. This was to say that he was no longer the boy who pined over every life and felt that every death was a

any witnesses or care to be seen, almost as though she wanted to be wiped from existence forever and forgotten by

help

was the worth

led him to treasuring every life, then to a pursuit of Kinghood,