Dimensional Descent

Leonel landed heavily on the ground, a long breath leaving his lips.

His body felt... good. He couldn't explain it with any other words. He just felt free and much better than he had ever before.

He sent a glance toward the little mink who would currently lying in a pool of its own blood.

'Forget it, it can't do anything to me in that state anyway. Consider this payback for all that hell you put me through. Whether you live or die is up to yourself.'

Leonel shook his head. It seemed he was still a bit too soft. But, he excused himself of this folly by remembering that Simeon was standing right before him. This was a much greater enemy.

Leonel's gaze turned cold as his eyes met Simeon's through the cracking palace Formation. A hardly concealed animosity flickered within him.

Simeon frowned. Why did that gaze seem so familiar?

Suddenly, a tremble coursed through his body. He had seen that cold gaze before. It was a gaze that pissed him off whenever he thought about it.

"It's you!"

If it was anyone else, Simeon's words wouldn't have reached him through the volatile Force. But, Leonel heard him just fine. Still... He didn't bother to respond, opting for shooting forward instead.

Simeon's expression flickered. "Retreat. Retreat!"

One was an exceptionally tall man. He stood beyond normal human limits, reaching two and a half meters. Yet, instead of seeming slow and lumbering, he had a sharpness to him that made it seem he was the one of normal height whereas everyone else was too short.

He always considered himself to be invincible. At the very least, there shouldn't be more than a handful of people on Earth who could match him in strength while those families were still forced to stay in hiding.

So, when he heard his Young Lord so decisively order a retreat, he felt dissatisfied. It was like the deaths of Four and Two had little to no impact on him. In his eyes, he could kill the two of them just as easily, if not more so.

handle him."

his eyes didn't carry the pleasant surprise One was expecting.

you to retreat. So

Was the

the dictionary had broken down Simeon's abilities into two lanes. Genetic Manipulation and.., Reinforced Mind: Mental capacity several times that

'stats' by looking at them. He could immediately grasp that in his current state, there was a high chance that Leonel

Leonel's speed and the odd Runes that coated his hand when he caught Two's whip. Both were anomalies he had no way

important matter... Leonel was standing in this environment without the slightest hint of

conclusion. They were greatly disadvantaged in

he thought of a possibility. What if Leonel waited until they approached the Force Eruption to act? Would they even have

he's an impulsive fool? Or is there another reason he would make such a

still fine. Such an enemy wasn't one Simeon had to worry about. However,

remembered the disappearance of

of being

He had to be

and Leonel wanted the death of the other. However, neither had an easy

of Leonel now several levels higher, but so was Leonel's evaluation of the former. He had never thought that Simeon would

there was a better than 80% probability that Simeon had realized the reason he stepped out so quickly when it would

of letting them leave so easily. He wanted Simeon's life even more than the latter wanted

body flickered forward, appearing before the

he had been sighing a breath of relief. He knew he definitely wouldn't make it to

this moment, all his hopes were completely

BANG!

light pierced through the

Formation crumbled like

coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. Let alone defend against

also been prepared. His eight lensed monocle spun around his left eye, complex calculations