Dimensional Descent

Leonel had crashed into a ground of grey, cracked land. There seemed to be no vegetation anywhere around except for some sporadic weeds that seemed painted with an ink black.

This place was actually the no-man's land between Camelot and the Demon Empire.

Leonel's first reaction was as expected. How could he not be infuriated? He had been that close to being able to afford to comprehend the complete Four Seasons Realm. Even if it was someone else's comprehension, the benefit to his strength would have by no means been small. Yet, now that he had been ejected from the trial, it was all over.

However, Leonel didn't have the luxury to dwell on this because what he saw next took up all the head space he had. He felt like his breath had been completely sucked away.

Was this what the apocalypse looked like?

Right where the entrance to the Trials had been there was a massive sink hole. It seemed to extend to infinity, having unfathomable depths.

If this was all there was, it would be enough to panic. Yet, the sink hole seemed to be connected to the skies by an invisible pillar of energy.

The rumbling, black clouds above formed a large eye of the storm above, swirling and forming a massive cyclone. The sight of large masses of cumulonimbus clouds moving along with flickering lightning and heavily falling rain made it feel as though each clap of thunder was crashing against one's heart.

This alone would have been enough of a shocking scene to put anyone in awe. However, when Leonel activated his Internal Sight to its fullest degree, he realized that this place that looked as though a mighty god had struck down with his spear from above wasn't so simple at all.

a different strength. It was so faint

once again, the faint image of a majestic bird loomed over his shoulder. No, it was less accurate to say that it was a bird, but rather

while the faint outline of its avian body was hardly

before him seemed to explode into one filled with stars and flashing lights. Those vague outline of Force Arts were all reflected in

his Snowy Star Owl Lineage Factor like this. There was never a need to, using it passively was enough. But, he had never expected that

'There's a chance!'

the Merlin Trial Grounds. Together, they were what formed the domain that had kept them trapped for so long. If he found the Arts he

his senses were impossibly high. He could tell in an instant that

making sure to extend the distance between

sat, tearing into

fluctuation of magic coming from. As he did, he allowed the pair of eyes floating to his back to slowly fade away. He had already made the mistake of letting his stamina run out before. Now, it was at the forefront of his mind. Though activating his

However, he could only hide how shaken he felt. In the instant before those eyes faded, he felt as though he had been pierced

came out of his own world, he realized that he wasn't the only one that had been forcefully ejected from the Trial. He immediately noticed that the numbers had dwindled by half. It was clear that not

rain rebounded off the bodies of the warriors. After King Arthur's move, no one else did anything. It was

noticed the oddly floating Force Arts though

were the elite of the elites. How could their Internal Sight be normal? They all realized that this was