Dimensional Descent

Leonel crossed lake after lake and river after river. He knew that the youths were quickly following behind him, hoping to put some distance between them and the beast hoard coming from the dense forests.

The wild, thunderous roars and booming tremors seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Leonel's Internal Sight remained vigilant, but his expression was only growing more and more solemn. He noticed that his senses were growing less sharp. It was almost as though something was interfering with his ability to see the whole picture clearly.

'It must be the increased density of Force, or maybe its the fact that Force is so unrestrained and volatile…'

Leonel didn't have a perfect answer, but this was his best guess. However, he didn't get a chance to think of any more examples because his footsteps suddenly came to a grinding halt.

His heels dug into the ground in an exaggerated manner, it was to the point he almost fell backward.

Just now, he had reached the top of the largest hill in this stretch of land, only to find a sight that his heart plummet.

Though this was an island with a relatively circular shape, there was just a single path toward the center of it. This was precisely why the actions of the blue coy fish had stalled the youths for so long. With it taking control of the single path forward, they had to either find a way to bypass it or kill it the very same way Leonel had.

angles were flooded with deep valleys that seemingly had no entry points. Together, they

already considered the idea of simply flying over these valleys. But, for whatever reason, that still ended in

those eerie death pits once more, trapping them. The trouble was that

Leonel. He had already known about the deep valleys that blocked the path to the center of the island. After all, he had been here for half a month, how could he not think of venturing further in to find more

had been blocked. He wasn't omnipotent, nor had he reached the point of being able to cover the island completely with his

was then that he was lucky enough to run into Erupting Volcano and was able to learn that it was precisely because this one entry point

even to the point of becoming an anchor that

he reached the top of the

a group of humans were below. No. Each and every one of those 'soldiers' in Leonel's

by their species. One group of a few dozen was led by large bear that stood at over five meters tall with brownish gold fur. Another was led by a tiger no smaller than the bear, except

these three weren't imposing enough, there

beady red eyes. Its size was the smallest at just three meters in length, but such a thing hardly stopped its grotesque

tail. It was far larger than it should have been, standing no shorter than the red-gold striped