Dimensional Descent

Leonel's expression gained a bit of dignity. They hadn't been here for long, yet so many inexplicable things were unfolding before him.

Gritting his teeth, Leonel made a decision.

"I know how we can get out of here."

Aina was just as intelligent as Leonel was. Though her thinking speed fell several steps behind him after he awakened his ability, when given enough time, her conclusions wouldn't be much different from his own. This was why when she heard this, her expression immediately changed.

"No. No. Absolutely not. We can think of another way. You have no idea what kind of side effects there might be. I won't let you."

Leonel smiled bitterly.

"I wish I knew more about this world, but unfortunately I don't. This is the only solution I can think of, and considering the current abilities of my mind… That's saying a lot."

Aina's eyes involuntarily reddened.

Leonel walked to Nicolas' desk and picked up one of his pen-shaped knives. He looked at it before a moment, hesitating. He didn't even notice when Aina's small hand crossed his field of vision and clamped down on the palm he held it in.

"It's too risky." Aina tried to steady the trembling in her voice. "We don't understand the diagrams to begin with, who knows what it will do to you? For all we know, Nicolas didn't even have his own will."

Aina had thought of the main danger as

this place was being held together by a large scale Force Art. The problem was that neither he nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around

the mysteries through

gain the ability Nicolas had, allowing him to comprehend these Force Arts quickly. With the processing power of his mind, as long as he had this starting point, deducing what he needed to know to get

well and good, but he might have a frightening price to pay for his ignorance. Joan worshiped Nicolas more than she did even the Catholic Church. Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was handed to him by another. Who knew what the goals of this

with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite

smiled warmly, his back

flickering when he noticed that the sharp etching tool he had

of cloth

to make the best use

trembled beneath Leonel's tender actions. Then, she could only watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the first

memory was frightening after awakening his ability. Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his pain being

cut and was a fraction of the size of Nicolas'. But, Leonel was confident that his own ability

hand, dripping down and ricocheting off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull echoes rebounded

more than a few minutes to etch the Force

he finished, but the reality didn't have much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's mind. What was once

Drawing Force Art is like an author writing down a story. But that also means that if you want to

on a very simple fundamental concept like it was his last beacon of

his core. He didn't know exactly what they were, but his analytical mind could already see through the parts of this Force