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!"

shocked the two gossiping men, sending them scurrying into a distance. Comparing Gerolt's

sat on the pillar and 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

lieutenant wasn't the one to step out and save their lives, it was Leonel who did. Since he could defeat Leonel, why

was fuming, but he couldn't even raise up his courage to contradict Sela who was nothing more than a captain. How could he do anything against a

casting another glance toward Leonel, Gerolt turned

the electric collar on his neck was

12 hours everyday. For others, this might have been a complete waste of time. But,

age of technology, people rarely took time to themselves. And, even when he entered Zones which had no such distractions, he was constantly on

breathe and relax. This whole pretending to be a prisoner

think of that? Since Metal Spirits are known for their corrosive ability and in the art of

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

World. However, the third had been so bare bones that it could hardly be considered one. So, two was Leonel's real limit, and even then, it

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

this was a thought Leonel had had days ago. What

perfect location for