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."

clenched. Sure enough, Aina had thought of the main danger

that neither he nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around blindly could land them in an even

possible for him to try and deduce the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes, he had no confidence in doing so in a short

body, he should theoretically 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

Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was handed to him by another. Who knew what

it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite being so much

suddenly smiled warmly,

gaze flickering when he noticed that the sharp etching tool

somewhat on instinct, he ripped a piece of cloth from

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

Then, she could only watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the

Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his pain being

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 his own ability could amplify this Art's would-be potency, while also mitigating

continuously from Leonel's hand, dripping down and ricocheting off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull echoes rebounded across

took him not more than a few minutes

much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's

down a story. But that also means that if you

on a very simple fundamental concept like it was his

made Leonel tremble to his core. He didn't know exactly what they were, but his analytical mind could already see through the parts of this Force Art that contributed nothing to its main ability