Dimensional Descent

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Leonel had never expected that he wouldn't even get a chance to rest.

A whirlwind of orders and roars shook the small fort. Lancelot's carefree demeanor completely vanished as he took hold of the situation. This fort was his own to control.

The truth was that this base was in far better condition than the others would be. With a Knight of the Round Table protecting it, those stations here were several levels luckier than they otherwise might be.

This was the first time Leonel had ever been on a true battlefield. Though he had fought the Englishmen alongside the French, those men were so much weaker than him that his life was never truly on the line. This was especially so when it was considered that Aina had been by his side.

But this time, if he was just a bit careless, even a foot soldier could take his life. The warriors of this world were on a completely different level. He simply couldn't afford to take any of them lightly.

For some reason, though… Leonel felt and urge to take the vanguard.

Even he was shocked by this sudden change in his psyche. The thumping of his heart reminded him of the first time he stepped onto a football field. It was the very same feeling, that will to conquer and pit his wits against that of the enemy.

However, all this time, such a thing had been repressed to the depths of his heart. He simply didn't like to kill. Such contradictory feelings always clashed within him to the point his initial instincts were tempered and snuffed out.

But… the enemy was once again not human.

Leonel suddenly smiled.

the Project Hunt island. Back then, he had felt the fetters of his heart release a bit. After all, back then, his enemy was an army

at the back of the army. It was his job to

World. When he sent his mind

'So it's like that…'

Dreamscape. Within it, arcs of lightning connected his memories of battle

limit of what Leonel was allowed to read currently. It was a theory speaking on the connection of one's mentality

truth, it seemed like a crackpot theory, maybe similar to the holistic medicine of Earth. Though some people believe in it, many dismiss it as a ridiculous notion.

of his spirit and limiting his

took a deep breath

His age was easily three or four times that of Leonel's, maybe even more. It was only right that he defeated Leonel. Was

his spirit existed was practically Leonel saying that he subconsciously placed himself on the same level as Lamorak or maybe even a

subconsciously was to say that Leonel believed this to the depths of his soul. He wasn't faking it, it was a

were incredibly tense

of

as rough as sand paper. Grey skinned humanoids with all sorts of horns and antlers on their heads. Scaled humanoids with reptillian eyes. Grotesque vultures looming in the skies with wrinkled, rotting

scene right out of hell. Yet, this young man

blood rushed through his veins. He felt his bronze Runes flicking into and out of existence. He could hardly

like hawks, he automatically locked onto three

a massive minotaur carrying a bloodied ax. The tips of its horns were a deep, obsidian black, making

skeleton with blue flames for eyes. It wore a ragged black robe that couldn't hide the chains around its ankles and wrists. At the end of its chains there

cloth to protect its groin. As for the rest of it, it was completely exposed. Leonel could even seen the lines of muscle fibers beneath its shedding skin. However, instead of these muscles being a healthy pink, they looked completely