Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes flashed open.

His reaction was impossibly quick. With swift movements, he darted to the back of the shuttle, swooped Aina up, and jumped from the opposing door.

Their free fall would have led to the deaths of even evolved humans who had awakened their abilities. After all, the shuttle had a maximum elevation of 20 meters from the ground. But, Leonel was prepared.

"Aina, your rope."

Even as the fell from the skies, Leonel's gaze held a hidden sharpness. Falling from a tall height? That was what he feared the least. How many times had he done this exact same thing just on a single journey to school?

With a heavy boom, Leonel landed on a fallen building. Due to his preparedness, the fall was barely five meters.

At that time, the tentacle viciously whipped against the shuttle, crumbling an entire side of it with unstoppable momentum.

Leonel's pupils constricted.

As though a ball accepting the swing of a bat, the shuttle deformed and rocketed away at a speed almost faster than its forward momentum.

Leonel felt his teeth getting itchy. What the hell kind of power is this? If he assumed the shuttle weighed a few tons, that was still a vast underestimation. If that was taken into account with its forward impetus... Just how much strength did it take to make it deviate like that?

Luckily, the forward momentum wasn't entirely disrupted. The shuttle spun and flew into the distance, missing Leonel and Aina by a large measure.

It was only now that Leonel got a good glance at just what had attacked them.

The tentacle was massive. Just the portion Leonel could see was over 20 meters in length. The rest of it was hidden behind the building it had attacked from the back of. However, this alone was enough to make Leonel's heart quake.

A strong fishy smell came from it, marring the air with a combination of a salty sea smell and a disgusting, rotting odor. A sticky, viscous liquid dripped, hitting the ground in intermittent intervals.

Every inch of the bottom of the tentacle was filled with suction cups. They were each more than double or even triple the size of Leonel's head. They all vibrated in a rhythm that made it seem like they were breathing. And, judging by the destruction they caused to the shuttle... they definitely weren't as soft as they seemed either.

the ground. The resulting explosion was deafening. Even the

him feel as though his skin would be burnt to a

to climb the castle walls in Paris. Without hesitation, he swung her to

his current physical level, Leonel's body was far stronger than a horses. In that case, since a horse could carry one and even two passengers at times, how could Aina's petite figure do anything to stop him anymore? In fact, he only barely felt

hasn't launched a follow up attack in quick succession. It's likely that it still believes we're in the shuttle, which also means that

as a guide. Which

40%. He now knew that the recovery of spirit wasn't uniform. He

worked in his favor. As long as his spirit wasn't below

to hold. At the moment, the only things in his hands were the primitive spear and the dented shield

look back to know that whatever monster that thing was had

with Aina's body and her ax in his way, he wouldn't be

SSSKKKKRRRRREEEEEE

building remnant to building remnant. He could feel the muscles in his body madly heating up, but he had no mind to pay to them. He focused entirely on increasing

that that thing's cry was due to finding out that its prey had escaped. If he delayed by

are other Invalids

were far too small in proportion to its figure, making it look

exchanges. He didn't want to waste them on an A-grade Invalid.

my ax."

suggestion without hesitation. He put the primitive spear away into his spatial bracelet,

Leonel. Though he didn't

to suppress it so that he could use it

case. In fact, the ax was more than ten times heavier in his hands than it was in Aina's. In addition, it wouldn't

didn't resist

inheritor just

that was the case, there was only one

help but blush when

almost cold. He was completely unlike the primitive man who loved battle. To Leonel, there was nothing

its chest before raising its fists high in the