Dimensional Descent

.[Will be changing DD's cover soon, keep that in mind]

A familiar feeling of danger overwhelmed Leonel. It was as though this instinct had been subconsciously repressed by him but was bubbling forth, clawing its way out of the hidden depths of his mind.

However, it was too late.

Leonel couldn't see what it was that hit him. It was completely invisible. Yet, it felt as though a strong blast of air had assaulted his face.

His eyes watered, his head whipped back, and eventually, his gaze dulled like he was reminiscing on memories long since passed.

Seeing Leonel's dazed expression, the werehyena and werecheetah didn't hesitate for even a moment. The former roared and opened his jaws wide, biting at Leonel's neck. The latter's right thigh bulged in size and grew by a fold, striking forward like a vicious whip that left whistling sounds hanging in the air.

BANG! BANG!

The werecheetah's kick and the werehyena's bite landed as one. By all rights, Leonel's neck should have been bitten through while his lower body was sent flying. With the strength of the two weremen, his decapitation was almost guaranteed.

But, neither of them could have expected that a seemingly flimsy ray of blue light would stop them both.

Leonel's body was sent flying, but the ones howling in pain wasn't him who was lost in a daze, but rather the werecheatah who had shattered his leg and the werehyena whose row of teeth were now broken.

The wererat's pupils constricted. 'Just what kind of treasure is that?'

Leonel could have never expected that the treasure he picked out for the sake of self grooming would have such powerful defensive capabilities. But this was only natural. How could a Quasi Tier 1 Bronze treasure be so simple?

the wererat felt an overwhelming

slowly standing up. However, this wasn't the shocking part. He had already expected this much after seeing

was that… Leonel's savage expression had returned. The sight of him climbing back out

underestimated the defensive abilities of his self-grooming treasure, the wererat could have never imagined that knocking Leonel unconscious was the

like this at all. Rather, he was like a child who had found a fun toy to

been a flaccid, useless tool a moment ago, became

men shot into the skies, completely separated from their bodies. In their pain, the last thing they could have expected was for Leonel to react so quickly and even counterattack them. No matter how you looked at it,

wererat panicked. With his guards gone,

wasn't something he could send continuously. It would take at least another minute before he recovered enough normally. He had only been able to attack AIna and Leonel in quick succession

he could launch another full

your

of the wererat caused the werewolf who had been completely focused on digging up the pile of rubble to get to Aina to stop. He turned back to find the small wererat being dangled by his neck, his little

own. He seemed to be curiously staring into the wererat's

and struggle. He couldn't decide whether to find and restrain Aina, or

favorite test subject of that person, if he really dared to let him die here, only death would await

seconds had passed. And, unfortunately, those ten seconds were more than enough time for the

white eyes seemed to hold the depths of the

normal humans. Those with low grade abilities tended to have small boosts to their speed or strength. As such. Low grade Invalids didn't normally have

were still three A-grade Invalids amongst the several dozen. If Leonel was conscious, he would have recognized these three as a part of the

Another had skin that radiated a bright golden light that made the air around her sizzle. And the last had a head a fold in size larger than it should

overconfident in his strength. If not for this, why would he so blatantly enrage a Variant? He

to rush toward Leonel, quickly deal with him, and run away

CRACK.