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?

an

eyes widened to find Leonel slowly standing up. However, this wasn't the shocking part. He had

shook him with fear was that… Leonel's savage expression had returned. The sight of him climbing

that knocking Leonel unconscious

forsaken soul, but it didn't sound like this at all. Rather, he was like a child who had found a fun toy to play with, a little boy whose mental age

despite this, his spear which had just been a flaccid, useless tool a moment ago,

thing they could have expected was for Leonel to react so quickly and even counterattack them. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like they weren't

his guards gone, he suddenly had

another minute before he recovered enough normally. He had only been able to attack AIna and Leonel in quick succession like

he could launch another full powered

your ass over

shrill cry 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

up to his own. He seemed to be curiously staring into the wererat's beady eyes, as though trying to find the secret to something like

struggle. He couldn't decide whether to find and restrain Aina, or if he should hurry and save

the favorite test subject

seconds had passed.

dull, white eyes seemed to hold

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

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

sizzle. And the last had a head a fold in size larger than it should have been. This last one's head was completely bald, but had veins of blue crazily pumping across his forehead and head. Even its eyes were a size bigger than

wouldn't be a problem to run from these Invalids, or maybe he was still too overconfident in his strength. If not for this, why would he so blatantly enrage a Variant? He must have really believed that he was

to rush toward Leonel, quickly deal with him, and

CRACK.