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?'

had swallowed several grievances due to Leonel. Seeing a brat who thought too much of himself in such

slowed and 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

the hitching in his breath only seemed to continue. Soon, he felt as though he couldn't breathe at all, as though there wasn't enough air

a

sky dive off of his Paradise Island onto the skyscrapers

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

put down their fear and enter that unknown world on their own? Just how many people would have waited for the others to wake up first? Or cower in fear after running into their first

actions back then seemed stained by his unwillingness to kill, beneath the first and most obvious layer, there was a hidden depth of

as though all

and abrupt. It came without warning and without foreshadowing. These were just the way things in life worked. But at the same time, it represented yet another one of the myriad of choices one

this where I'll

thought for the third time in

when the sacrificial virgin of the Mayan Tomb had her hands wrapped around his neck. The second was during

accepted death. It was a shame that still rested

had no real idea how he managed to

he fail himself again? Was that the choice he wanted

grip on

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

many stunned. By the time Leonel had closed his mouth once more and leveled his