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.

levels greater and he began to feel an irrational

Then, the scene of Elys

bad impressions he had of Camelot suddenly exploded

you going to speak or

thunder in his mind, pushing Leonel over the

"Piss off!"

his voice piercing the veil and rampaging across Camelot. At that moment, Leonel's suppressed Force spread out in a tidal wave, causing billowing white steam to fill his

ink he had used to coat it vaporizing to reveal

across Leonel's skin. This was his true state. Without suppressing his Lineage Factor, these beautiful

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

bearing down on Camelot like an Emperor

he looked no different from a Roman God. His billowing hair, the bronze

moment, it felt as though a third heavy weight of Camelot had appeared, someone with no less strength than a

Do you think Camelot is a place

his hands. No, it wasn't a mace, it had no sharp points, it was a completely blunt weapon, carrying an impossibly heavy weight behind

though he had lost his mind, he took a step

that? Even if they weren't fighters, the ending to such a thing should

BANG!