Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt his skin prickle, his palms becoming sweaty. The hairs on his body stood on end, raising like needles across his skin,

In his life, he had never been in such a dangerous situation. The eyes of over 200 elites locked onto him, not a single one making a move. Even the other star point owners were completely ignored.

This was just how human nature was. The process of group think, the oppression of the masses. Once a few had locked onto Leonel, not moving an inch, others followed suit. Soon, even the slowest among them had come to realize the truths behind this matter. By then, they were no longer just following the leads of others around him, but had begun thinking about how they could gain advantages for themselves.

Leonel felt stifled to the point his knees trembled slightly. He tried to steady his grip on his bow, doing his best to calm the beating of his heart.

It had been a long time since Leonel felt like this. After the first few weeks of his time in the Mayan Tomb, he had begun to slowly temper his battle will and heart.

To now, he had fought in many battles and been on the frontline for many of them. However, today was the greatest pressure he had ever faced.

Beads of sweat poured down his brow and his breathing hitched. His inability to control himself made him feel as though he wasn't getting enough oxygen.

The suppression continued. It was as though those around Leonel wouldn't stop until he completely collapsed beneath their might.

Facing the combined pressure of over 200 Demon Lord level and higher individuals was too much for any one person to take. Even an individual on the level of King Arthur or Modred would feel weak at such a moment.

In the distance, King Arthur's lip curled into a cold smile.

'Where is all your previous arrogance?'

due to Leonel. Seeing a brat who thought too much of

his bow seemed to become heavier and heavier with each passing moment. The silence alone was weighing on his mind as though intent on making him go

the hitching in his breath only seemed to continue. Soon, he felt as though

had never felt such a

not be? He used to sky dive off of his Paradise Island onto the skyscrapers of Earth's surface.

was who he was. Daring, confident… He was a man who always had great belief in his own ability even if that wasn't shown outright as blatant

unknown world on their own? Just how many people would have waited for the others to wake up first?

beneath the first and

felt as though all

But at the same time, it represented yet another one of the myriad

where I'll

this same thought for

wrapped around his neck. The second was during his battle with Lamorak who had eyes on him

first time, he accepted death. It was a shame that still rested on his shoulders, one he still had yet to face

idea how he managed to survive. To take credit for such a thing was beneath him. Ultimately… he

fail himself again? Was that the choice he

grip on his

He was unwilling.

raised his head up and shouted. The sound he made wasn't as coherent as words nor as powerful as a roar. It was as though he was venting something within his chest, pushing it out from himself until it had nothing to do with him any

stunned. By the time Leonel had closed his mouth once more and leveled his gaze to meet those around him, the deathly calm