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.

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expression immediately became ugly. What the hell was

I feel like I can't take a step back no matter how much I

of trepidation and fear. This was the very last thing they

seems I've underestimated this Force Eruption again…" Leonel smiled

before the Metamorphosis. All of them were easy to enter but difficult

fly onto its petals, but would it so easily allow one to leave?

interaction between the rushing water suddenly met by an immovable force would cause a pattern of currents that would easily allow a human in,

had died to such a phenomenon were too many to count. Leonel had just never expected that the flow of Force here would

smiled bitterly. "Sorry guys… It seems I was

answers. He asked about

three youths couldn't help but be disappointed. But, how mad could they be? It wasn't as though Leonel had sent them into this danger alone.

a moment. "I promise to take

Usually,

word, Leonel directly sat on the ground, entering a meditative state. He weakly supported his left hand on his

minutes of protection. Between

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

thunderous punches that rocked the air, but he found himself sliding back with every

fact, the former had the greatest 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

he thought, everything pointed in a singular