Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't find what he expected to find on the other side.

From the reactions of the demon and human armies, it seemed that they would have another chance to deal with him within the Trial. So, he had been fully prepared for an all out battle the moment he stepped in.

However, this wasn't what he found at all.

At the moment, he stood on a dull grey platform. It was a meter by meter in length and width. There was nothing particularly special about it at all except for the fact... it hung mid-air amidst an endless darkness.

Leonel stretched out his senses, but he couldn't sense a ceiling nor a bottom, it was as though he was floating in the depths of space.

It almost felt like a dream. But, if it really was so, Little Tolly wouldn't still be happily squirming around his fingers, nor would Little Blackstar be lazily lying around his neck. Since both of them were by his side, it was clear that Leonel's true body had entered whatever space this was '” at least upon his initial assessment.

Just when Leonel was feeling confused, an aged voice suddenly rang around him. Due to the surroundings, it was difficult for Leonel to tell whether it was sounding directly in his head, or if it was being transmitted to him some other way. But, leonel didn't linger on this question for too long as the words the voice said caught his full attention.

Leonel saw several orbs of light manifest before him. Each of them housed a different object.

There was a sword, a bow, a spear, and a wand. Outside of these four, there were other more unconventional weapons. Leonel could see maces, staffs, and battle axes. But, none were as large as the first four Leonel noticed.

'I'm supposed to choose one of these...?'

Leonel didn't really need to think much.

before and there was

why. Everything in this Trial was tied to the Third Dimension, it might very well become obsolete at higher realms unless Leonel put in the effort to

to the extreme. However, why would Leonel need to

were a bit

been very helpful to him to this point and he could see

Leonel had long since realized that his talent in the bow was overwhelming. Even though he had awakened his Spear Domain Lineage Factor, he still felt that his talent for marksmanship

risk assessment. He had a legacy related to the Bowman King

Major Opening. In that case, there really was only one option. Leonel had enough to worry about. It was in his

the deep black bow from his spatial bracelet. It alone stood as

the sphere of light housing a bow reacted immediately, shooting toward him like a falling

Leonel raised an eyebrow.

a small, barely perceptible, golden brand on the back of his hand. It looked especially faded as though it had been drawn on then washed away. Leonel subconsciously felt that this tattoo of sorts would become very important

to observe the tattoo for long because the situation around him changed completely in the next

unknown force kept his feet planted, or else he really would

Not knowing whether he was moving up, down, left or right left him completely disoriented. If it wasn't for a vague forward trajectory, he wouldn't have

the platform came to a

eyes squinted and

felt several auras lock onto him, many of which were

'Hm?'

vision slowly cleared, allowing him to look around for the first time. What he saw left

hung in the vast expanse of darkness. There were about 200 of them in total, half of which were taken by

of killing intent came from the demons that floated around him, but that was simply due to their

Arthur's gaze sweep over him. But, there wasn't just him. Supreme Monet was

yet Leonel had actually managed to survive. Whether it made sense or not, she subconsciously placed blame on Leonel for such a thing. Of