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."

enough, Aina had thought of the main danger

was being held together by a large scale Force Art. The problem was that neither he nor Aina

might be possible for him to try and deduce the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes,

power of his mind, as long as he had this starting point, deducing

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 person was and what

unable to settle itself. Knowing that the destination ahead only had one path, yet it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite being so

warmly, his back

his gaze flickering when he noticed that the sharp etching tool he had

ripped a piece of cloth from his linen shirt and

am the best option to do this. With my ability, I'll be able to make the best use of it. Plus, I won't need to draw it as large as he had to

set her hand down and drew the first slice of flesh across the

complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his pain

could be made stronger with both depth and size. However, the Art Leonel drew was barely deeper than a usual paper cut and was a fraction of the size of Nicolas'. But, Leonel was confident that

The dull echoes

stat was exceptionally high. It took him not more than a few minutes

expecting a grand showing when he finished, but the reality didn't have much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light

that's how it is… Aina was right. Drawing Force Art is like an author writing down a story. But that also means that if you want to influence a Dimension, you must be applying pressure from a higher Dimension. This isn't

on a very simple fundamental concept like

through the parts of this Force Art that contributed