Dimensional Descent

Leonel's face slightly twisted in pain. No matter how used he was to injuries by now, the feeling of having his hand practically explode from the inside out left him wanting to cry out.

The other three youths looked toward him with fear evident in their eyes. It was just a simple touch, but Leonel's ending had actually been so terrible. If he held on for just a fraction of a second longer, just how much worse would his injuries be?

Leonel took several deep breaths.

Maybe the worst part about all of this was the loss of his hand. A Force Crafter's hands were the most important part of their body. With his left hand in this state, it simply wouldn't be possible to craft anything.

'… I'm too reckless…'

Leonel clenched his jaw.

"Retreat."

Leonel ordered this the moment he saw how helpless the situation was. That break in his Force Skin had shaved off more than half the remaining time the Force Skin treasure he had forged had. It wouldn't be long before it shattered completely. By then, there was no telling how horrible his ending would be.

However, just when he wanted to retreat, Leonel's expression changed.

It had been so easy to walk in, but he found that the way out made him feel as though he was walking against quicksand.

s

ugly. What the hell

I can't take a step

last thing they

underestimated this Force Eruption

the Metamorphosis. All

allow one to leave? A beast wouldn't hestiate to allow its prey into its mouth, but would it

in rivers and dams. Anyone swimming near a dam would be asking for death. The interaction between the rushing water suddenly met by an immovable

count. Leonel had just never expected

smiled bitterly. "Sorry guys… It seems I was still a

again this was a case of the dictionary being very specific with its answers. He asked about how to mature a Force Crystal Core ahead of time, but hadn't asked

It wasn't as though Leonel had sent them into this danger alone. He had stepped

firmly after a moment. "I promise to take

take responsibility. Usually, someone with as much power as him

a meditative state. He weakly supported his left hand on his lap,

almost 30 coy fish scales. Each of them can provide 30 minutes of protection. Between the four of us, that's

looked toward Leonel, then looked at one another. There were clear hints of despair on their faces,

tried to fight his way out, throwing out thunderous punches that rocked the air, but he found himself sliding back with every

shot and even almost succeeded, trying to ride the flow of Force. But in the end, just when it looked like she might succeed, she was blasted backward. Had it not been for Roaring Black Lion catching

how hard he thought, everything pointed in a singular direction: Force