Dimensional Descent

Leonel's legs hung weakly in the air, his face slowly turning red as Lamorak's hand clamped down on his throat.

It felt as though his whole body was washed by pain. It was an endless torrent that rammed through his senses like a tsunami, crashing through his mind in a repetitive, infinite cycle.

In his current state, lasting without oxygen for tens of minutes at a time, though difficult, wouldn't be impossible. However, having one's throat clamped down wasn't just about oxygen, it was also about blood flow.

Leonel felt his head becoming light, the pounding headache he had earned himself after his Soul Force ran dry was only getting worse. Yet, maybe in an odd twist of fate, he could just barely ignore because its level of pain was nothing compared to what was happening to the rest of his body.

Lamorak became irrationally enraged, staring toward Leonel's unwavering gaze.

Whether it was consciously or subconsciously, he felt as though all of his actions were being judged. It was impossible to tell whether he knew he was in the wrong, but all that was important was that he didn't like having to question himself in this way.

A roar escaped his lips as he slammed Leonel into the already cracked walls. The result was Leonel's already slipping consciousness swirling once more.

Leonel found it difficult to tell which way was up and which way was down. The whole world seemed to swim. He only barely managed to hold on to two thoughts.

One was the circulation method of [Dimensional Cleanse], and the second was the start and stop timing of this circulation.

He knew it was the only way for him to survive. He just needed his Soul Force to recover. It seemed so close and yet so far at the same time.

At some point, the pain began to numb his body. But, was this a good thing? Pain was a sign of life... so what was numbness a sign of?

Leonel clenched his jaw, weathering the storm of Lamorak's rage. Just a little more, just a little more.

Lamorak's grip tightened around Leonel's throat even more as though trying to twist his head off. However, he found his actions no different from trying to squeeze a thick metal pole.

When he looked at Leonel's body. Though his flesh was beaten and batted, along with his bones being broken in several places, it all seemed far too shallow for the punishment the Grand Knight had inflicted onto him.

was Leonel still in one piece? Why was his neck so sturdy? Was he really made

like this in his lifetime. To have someone allow him to go all out to kill them, yet to actually be unable

fused with his rage.

"Die! Die! DIE!"

composure. The calm Knight of the Round Table had

Those judgmental eyes, he didn't want to see them anymore,

an ironic turn of

first met Leonel, it was the latter who had lost his mind. Leonel had reacted inappropriately to the situation due to something influencing his mind. Maybe had

it was Lamorak who had lost his

been under in these past few months. It was his suggestion that turned Camelot

one was having internal struggles, they had to show a united front to others.

had sworn to follow his whole life no longer looked at him the same. Not only had he alienated such a talent, but he had also been the one monitoring

couldn't kill Leonel, he would never be

"AGH!"

face across the stone walls, throwing him with

left his lips along with a steady drizzle of blood. He couldn't even lift a finger to kill Leonel

killing Leonel would be

natural. He had prepared himself to die for the Slayer Legion long ago. Taking down a future enemy

is what... you

position wasn't much different from Leonel

rushed over, raising his blunt mace above his head. A fiery qi shot around him, rising around his

BANG!

who had gotten sent flying beneath the air pressure of his strike. He rose his mace again, swinging

BANG!

"HAHAHAHA!"