Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't regret his actions earlier.

His regret had become a recurring event with him. He would make a mistake, acknowledge it, then move on. Over time, he wouldn't make the same mistake again, but that wouldn't stop him from making more and continuing to regret them.

For all intents and purposes, this was another mistake. Leonel didn't consider the fact his Soul Force could ever run out. This was only natural. He had become so used to using his Soul Force with impunity, he didn't even think reaching his limit was possible.

It seemed impossible to him. After all, he had a mind with the capacity of a Fifth Dimensional entity even if he was lacking in the power. Running out of strength while battling within the Third Dimension would seem ridiculous to anyone.

However, this was the reality before Leonel…

Yet, he didn't regret it. In fact, it was something that filled his heart with anticipation and fervor.

The power his Dreamscape Battle Sense ability gave him was something he could have never imagined. He toyed with the lives of two Demon Lords. Even if it was Lamorak before him, he would have been able to force the Knight of the Round Table into a corner as well. Leonel was certain of this.

It was a power he created himself. It wasn't something he was born with like his Metal Synergy or his Spear Domain Lineage Factor. He had built it with his own two hands.

There was something about this that filled him with pride. He had earned it. It was his. Whatever consequences might come with it, he would take. And why not? It was his.

Maybe the reason Leonel felt this way was because these emotions were in such sharp contrast to his shame.

These thoughts had been floating withing Leonel's mind for so long already. How many times had he been lucky to survive?

Leonel still remembered the conversation he had had with Roaring Black Lion within the hive cave. He might have had very few interactions with Roaring Black Lion, but that one in particular resonated with Leonel.

worse. The bad of human nature seemed to have been peeled back like a festering wound, open to being damaged

lucky he was to be in his position. Whether it be the talent passed down to him by his parents or the odd twists of fate that had allowed him to keep his life until now. His Dreamscape Battle Sense was one

feeling within his chest seemed to

every strike Lamorak landed on him, these thoughts only

suffering

BANG!

it still worth

BANG!

hold your head high? Are you not

BANG!

whistling wind, Lamorak's roar, the sound of metal meeting

all imprinted within

was. People thought about inexplicable things at inexplicable moments. They felt ways they couldn't explain and ignored what

would come a day where Leonel understood even

welling sense of pride. Because at least this time,

of his weapon connecting, he couldn't feel it either as his arms grew numb. He couldn't even hear the sound of

Leonel's gaze. That empty, calculating gaze as his body was slowly being

pounded down, he sunk further into the crater along with Leonel, not caring for what might happen to the foundation

had long since caught up. They watched this scene with astonished gazes,

Lamorak didn't notice them either. All he saw was that gaze, those two pale green eyes. They seemed to be the

swore… he swore he saw those two eyes