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.

strength. It was so faint that most of it was invisible even to those

bird loomed over his shoulder. No, it was less accurate to say that it was a bird, but rather

hung above Leonel while the faint outline of its avian

explode into one filled with stars and flashing lights. Those vague outline of Force Arts

a need to, using it passively was enough. But,

'There's a chance!'

Together, they were what formed the domain that had kept them trapped for so long. If he found the Arts he needed, it might be

excited, an overwhelming danger suddenly prickled at his nape. In his current state, his senses were impossibly high. He could

the side, making sure to extend the distance between

landed where he had sat, tearing into the

He had already made the mistake

before those eyes faded, he felt as though he had been pierced through. It felt no

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 all the trials ended the same

rain rebounded off the bodies of the warriors. After King Arthur's move, no one else did anything. It was as though they were all aware that

Force Arts though he was the one who could

were the elite of the elites. How could their Internal Sight