Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt a heaviness on his chest. He suddenly found that it was several times more difficult to breathe as though all the oxygen in the air had been sucked away by some unknown force.

"Speak, boy." Lamorak's words grated against Leonel's ears, beating them like a drum. It felt like his head might explode if he listened too closely. "Or else, I'll slaughter you where you stand."

Lamorak and Aliard were immediately on guard. A normal talent was always something to celebrate. But, if a talent was too monstrous, rather than being a joyous occasion, it would cross over and become something completely different.

A body rivaling that of a knight of the round table? A Spirit Pressure rivaling that of a Three Star Magus?

Rather than truly believing that Leonel was such a genius, it made more sense to believe that he was a hidden evil with bad intentions. It was simply impossible for someone so young to have such ability. There had to be another explanation.

Leonel's frown deepened. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Leonel hadn't felt this way since the Mayan Tomb. This uncontrollable, insatiable fear that seemed to want to swallow him whole. He found it difficult even to calm his mind the slightest bit.

After a moment, Leonel eyes focused on Aliard, his expression becoming even more serious. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but he had a strong feeling that it was the fault of this seemingly amiable man.

There was a slight glow in his eyes. It was nearly imperceptible, to the point even Leonel began to question himself. In that time, the fear he felt multiplied several times over, unwilling to relinquish the hold it had on his heart.

Leonel turned his gaze back toward Lamorak, the goosebumps spreading rapidly across his skin without pause. He shook his head furiously, trying to calm his mind. But, he found it impossible to do so.

grew several levels greater and he began to feel an irrational anger. He didn't even really know where

to the death. Then, the scene of Elys calling the

bad impressions he had of Camelot suddenly exploded forth hundreds of

you going to speak or not,

thunder in his mind, pushing

"Piss off!"

rampaging across Camelot. At that moment, Leonel's suppressed Force spread out in a tidal wave, causing billowing white steam to

had used to coat it vaporizing to reveal a blinding bronze sheen that shimmered no

appeared all across Leonel's skin. This was his true state. Without suppressing his Lineage Factor, these beautiful bronze runes radiating a royal violet color would

a pair of red eyes toward Lamorak. It was this annoying man who kept roaring at

oppressive aura erupted from Leonel's body, bearing down on Camelot like an

different from a Roman God. His billowing hair, the bronze halo above his head, the crown drawn across his

had been around found it difficult to comprehend what was happening. At that moment, it felt as though a third heavy weight of Camelot had appeared, someone with no less strength than a Three Star Magus or a Knight

Do you think Camelot is a place you can act

shot forward, a massive mace with a cylindrical head appearing in his hands. No, it wasn't a mace, it had

infuriate Leonel more. As though he had lost his mind, he took

weapon like that? Even if they weren't fighters, the ending to such a

BANG!