Dimensional Descent

Leonel groaned, trying his best to stand.

He felt his mind spinning. The thumping pain in his mind had been slowly growing since his Soul Force ran dry. After getting knocked away by Big Buddha, it seemed to have dampened his pain threshold, making it feel as though someone was constantly hammering his head.

Leonel stumbled to his feet. In one arm he held onto the little mink and in the other… there was nothing. His bow was too heavy. How could he continue to carry it as he ran? Plus, with the current state of his mind, there was no guarantee that it would even be useful to him now.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for someone like Big Buddha to catch Leonel off guard. But, these weren't normal circumstances.

He truly couldn't believe that a half dead Big Buddha would rather risk his life and drag up his last bit of strength to push Leonel back toward Lamorak. Was he really that hateful? Was he really so much of an eyesore to this man he once respected?

Leonel coughed violently. Luckily, no blood came out. But, his body felt uncomfortable all over and no place felt more so than his heart. He was caught between shock, despair and rage. The emotions swelled up within his chest to the point it felt his torso might burst at any moment.

At that moment, Big Buddha that had been standing before Leonel fell to one knee, weakly gasping for breath.

Blood leaked from his lips as his massive hands shrank down once more. It seemed that he had used up the last of his strength sending out that final attack.

Big Buddha didn't really understand the situation. His actions weren't so planned as one might think. He only barely managed to lock onto Leonel with his senses and decided to launch a counter attack with everything he had left.

Of course, he could vaguely tell that Leonel was running from something. Being able to obstruct Leonel gave him a faint satisfaction even as his body seemed like it might collapse at any time.

At that moment, Leonel already knew it was too late to keep running from Lamorak. Not only did he need to reach the teleportation pad, but he needed at least a one to two second delay between the time he reached it and Lamorak's appearance. It was such a small time requirement, yet it felt worlds away at this point. Just a single action of Big Buddha's had brought all of that crumbling.

clenched his jaw, turning his gaze back toward Lamorak's figure. As though realizing the situation, the latter had long since stopped running. He walked with a calm pace, closing the rest of

idea how Leonel had dodged the barrage of arrows previously. In fact, even taking a larger step

spent force. However, he still remained hesitant. To be able to push two top four Demon Lords to the brink of

it be that Leonel was actually more powerful than

wormed its way into Lamorak's heart. It

actions have given

in Camelot was one thing, but this was the true Leonel. He had no intention of throwing a temper tantrum

as though waiting for his

form of Leonel, the one where

stifling pressure exuded from the young 18 year old boy. Beneath it, Big

palm, using his Internal Sight sparingly to communicate with his spatial bracelet and bring out the

an involuntarily step backward believing that this might be a trump card.

how could he

for me to replenish my

words

[*Ping*]

Seed, [Dimensional

Leonel came

One Star and subsequent Two Star Constitution. Those benefits had become less obvious after awakening his Snowy Star Owl