Dimensional Descent

"You've seen him too, right?"

"Hmph, serves him right. Wasn't it very stupid of him to come here alone? He must have thought himself to be invincible, but didn't Lieutenant Warner take him down just the same?"

"Lower your voice a bit." The one who spoke sent a playful smack to the back of his friend's head. "That's still a person who took down an A-grade Invalid on his own. He could kill you with a glare."

The recipient of the smack laughed.

"Kill me? With that thing around his neck? Even if he had a wrong thought he'd be fried into barbecue chicken."

Conversations like this seemed to happen all the time these days. Whenever a group passed by the pillar at the gate of their harbor, their thoughts would inevitably drift to the young man forced to stand guard there.

He stood atop the pillar, legs crossed. His hair and immature beard were just as unkempt while his clothing was just as casual. But, now, he had a collar wrapped tightly around his neck that flickered with arcs of electricity from time to time.

"What are you two doing around here?! Scram!"

distance. Comparing Gerolt's large physique to themselves, they knew they didn't stand much

sighed. The young man didn't seem to notice his presence, but could Gerolt blame him? Scaring away those who ran their mouths too much was about the best he

not right. None of them seem to remember that that damned lieutenant wasn't the one to step out and save their

he couldn't even raise up his courage to contradict Sela who was nothing more than a captain. How

glance toward Leonel, Gerolt

didn't seem to have much of a reaction to this. For one, none of them knew that he wasn't actually a prisoner, this was just a facade. Even the electric collar on his neck was just a little trick, it did little more than leave his skin a bit numb. And second, if

standing guard here for 12 hours everyday. For others, this might have been a complete waste of time. But, with

thoughts and ideas he never even considered before. In an age of technology, people rarely took time to themselves. And, even when he entered Zones which had no such distractions, he was constantly

breathe and relax. This whole pretending to be a prisoner gig

Spirits are known for their corrosive ability and in the art of refining metals, can't I just have the little guy melt this

allowing them to draw conjectures along two completely different avenues. It was almost like combining the computing power of two computers to gain

Dream World. However,

with his bare hands and he only had protective gear for his palms and fingers. His wrist would still be exposed. So, without

Leonel had had days ago. What he was focused

perfect location for my