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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became ugly. What the

I can't take a step back no matter how

held a rare instance of trepidation and fear. This was the very last thing they expected to happen. Why was it so easy to enter but not

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

were all sorts of natural traps in the world, even before the Metamorphosis. All of them were easy to enter but difficult to

about allowing a fly onto its petals, but would it so easily allow one to leave? A

Anyone swimming near a dam would be asking for death. The 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

seems

very specific with its answers. He asked

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

a moment. "I

Usually, someone with as much power as him

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 enough for a bit over three hours

another. There were clear hints of despair on their faces, but what

fight his way out, throwing out thunderous punches that rocked the air, but

Black Lion tried their hands at it too. In 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 it not been for Roaring Black

how hard he thought, everything pointed in a