Dimensional Descent

Leonel breathed heavily, sweeping over the enemies before him with an expressionless gaze.

Though he seemed to be in a bad situation, Leonel didn't feel like it was so. After all, all of his enemies were before him. He hadn't been surrounded and still had a lane to retreat.

Leonel's gaze landed on Lamorak, measuring him up and down. He didn't bother to speak any words as there was nothing he could say that could change the current situation.

In a lot of ways, Lamorak and Big Buddha were incredibly similar. They were both die hard supporters of their own individual ideals – one for the Slayer Legion and the other for Camelot. To them, the moment Leonel challenged their bottom lines, he was already deemed to be an enemy of theirs.

To people like them, things were only in black and white. And, even if they were aware that there might be a region of gray, they would rather stamp any instances of it to protect themselves from having to challenge their own ideals.

Leonel didn't feel like wasting his breath on people like this. Lamorak was already willing to go all out to kill him. But, the moment he saw the little mink in action, he felt as though all of his previous preconceptions were validated. This only made his fervor all the more great.

Lamorak would never consider what he would have done had the little mink not been on Leonel's side. He was simply a hypocrite, the kind of person who only sought to confirm their own biases while ignoring all else.

If Lamorak was any sort of objective, he would be considering why it was that a young man who could wield the Light Element would choose to side with a Dark Elemental creature. Logically, things shouldn't be as simple as they seem. But, would such a fanatic consider such a thing? And, even if they did, how seriously would they take it?

Seeing Leonel's lack of a response to his grand entrance, Lamorak could only admit within his heart that he felt somewhat stifled.

"Surround him!"

over the two Demon Lords. What

had learned during the third round that slaughter points could be stolen upon death. He had no desire for his hard work to benefit someone else, and held even less of a desire

didn't mean that his body would function as he wanted. He was in a state of complete exhaustion, causing his body to be sluggish and

within his body was still ample and could be slowly converted into Soul

good, there

what sustained Leonel's ability. Without it, his calculative abilities took a massive dip, his Dreamscape became useless and his Internal Strength couldn't be used to monitor his

the focus of the mind even outside the use of Leonel's ability. Without it, his judgement and reflexes were

had several contingency plans to use, he just had to make it to them. But, he was completely

before

body trembling as though he saw his life flash before his eyes. However, the sharp

only was he stunned, but Leonel was even more

the thigh of an unassuming mage who cried out in

couldn't remember the last time he missed.

almost paused his steps, not believing what

moment Leonel realized that the drain of his Spirit

'This is bad…'

while, not to mention

"Mages!" Lamorak coldly commanded.

here all this time. How could he not be aware of Leonel's

main occupation was as a General. The importance of a General Star to Camelot just might be greater than a