Dimensional Descent

Leonel's spear became swifter. The clearer his mind became, the sharper his ability shone through. A calculative mind didn't need to rely on emotion.

Maybe it was ironic that an inherently emotional man like Leonel had suddenly become the exact opposite. But it was an irony that Leonel wasn't thinking about.

[Call of the Wind], a technique meant for throwing, subconsciously molded itself into his spear. His mind could see through how it worked, forming dozens of calculations a second, he changed its foundation, adding a power previously impossible to his strikes.

It was only now that Leonel finally made use of his powerful spirit. To now, he had only foolishly only used it to power his Internal Sight. Even when he activated his Force, he had focused it into his mind, vastly improving his coordination and reactions.

But now, a pale light coated his spear. It didn't extend his blade to near the extent Aina's ax spirit had, probably because it was being wielded through a crudely formed technique Leonel was still adjusting even to this very moment. But its power was undeniable.

Leonel burst through the last line of Englishmen, his flexible armor and sweats matted in blood that wasn't his own.

"Aina!"

Having burst through only one side of the encirclement, Aina still had enemies closing in from at least three sides.

However, all Leonel received in return was a blazing ax.

He had never paid much attention to Aina's ax before. Maybe it was typical teenage boy selective sight. But, seeing it up close, it could only be described as a beautiful weapon.

long, with a

silver coursed through it, pulsing with a ruby

longer in diameter from one blade to the other. The heads themselves glistened with a beautiful silver that was now covered in blood. But, their blade edges were

It was a beautiful weapon. But it was maybe less so when it

still over 1.00, far more than his own.

ducked beneath it. Aina's agility matched his in this state, but it was clear that she was compromised. Her attack speed wasn't nearly as fast as it once

up, using the flat of his spear's blade to slap the back of Aina's hand with

he thought it would. The idea of harming her small frame

around Aina's left side, even as her ax faltered in her hands. He expanded his shield to just over two meters in diameter, blocking the

"… Le…"

eyes as though she was trying to decide whether or not to cut him down where

was completely opened to her after he wrapped around her left with his shield. She didn't need her ax at all. Just

"… I'm sorry…"

with fatigue, her cheek falling to Leonel's

could feel the searing heat of her body even through

"Stop him!"