Dimensional Descent

Leonel calmly watched as Arthur built momentum, dispelling [Grand Bell Construct].

Since he wanted to fight, Leonel would fight. He felt no sadness nor any remorse. Lamorak deserved to die.

Leonel took a step forward, his aura billowing upward, clashing with Arthur's. A surging violet aura stood above his head, fusing with his halo. In that moment, even King Arthur's felt stifled.

In a corner of the platform, Modred watch on with twinkling eyes. Despite the fact her father was so enraged, she didn't seem to feel any sort of particular way about it. She watched on like any other normal spectator.

In truth, she was the most curious about Leonel. It seemed that her favorite lover in recent months actually seemed to have quite some history with this boy. But, she still couldn't understand how they were related.

Though Monet tried to hide it, it was pretty obvious to Modred. This was especially so after that Big Buddha character didn't come back from the Random Event.

Modred smiled. The contrast of her cherry lips to her pale features was especially striking.

"It seems you all have forgotten about me."

Her voice was especially sweet, but it was barbed with the thorns of a rose.

She raised her wand, her slender fingers wrapping around it.

"Darling Monet, protect me."

Monet nodded, brandishing her fire coated whip.

King Arthur's expression changed. "You dare?!"

a thing, a violent dark energy surging around

stupid battle of manly pride to finish? Since King Arthur wasn't paying attention to her anymore, this was the perfect chance for her

tapped forward with her

instant, the sphere of blackness around her shot outward

an eye, half a dozen had fallen and over a

one else who could. Even the five remaining Knights of the Round Table he had come with could only be toyed around with by her. Only Lamorak

Rain who had maintained a low profile all this time could only act

whip seemed to cover the skies. Even from over 20 meters away, she kept King Arthur

'She's this powerful…?'

He suddenly realized that Monet

compressed Force. Obviously, Monet hadn't compressed her own Force as much as Lamorak had. But, her ability more than

one reached the Four Seasons Realm or

like Hacker Hutch, Monet had been training in the whip since long before the

completely enraged. His kingly aura fluctuated wildly, his sword swinging with a mighty momentum as

portion of his Force to fuse with

given enough time, he could easily reach Modred. The issue was that he didn't have

chaos. King Arthur had only cut the distance by half when a familiar voice sounded once

…

was probably a large part of the reason he was targeted