Dimensional Descent

Leonel brought the snowglobe forward, hoping to see some sort of tangible change. But, he was quickly disappointed. The large, complex and spherical Force Art didn't budge even a bit.

Leonel shook his head. He couldn't even look at this Force Art directly without feeling a splitting headache, but now he couldn't even store it away?

Suddenly thinking of something, Leonel began to search the bodies of Aliard, Margrave and Peirce. There had to be a clue on their bodies about what their plans for this Force Art actually was.

King Arthur watched this scene as though he was hesitating to say something.

A part of him wanted to say that these treasures should be split. If he did say so, he wouldn't necessarily be in the wrong. After all, he did participate in the battle and he did alleviate the pressure Leonel had been feeling. So, compared to some other shameless individuals, he would have more of a right to speak of such things.

However, a part of him wanted to hold back. He didn't know why, but he felt as though saying something like this would be inappropriate.

Leonel continued to search through their bodies as though nothing was happening. It was only after finding a few spatial treasures that he looked up toward this King that seemed to be just a shell of his former self.

Arthur felt somewhat uncomfortable beneath the gaze of Leonel didn't say anything for a long while. But, Arthur was ultimately a King, his deeply ingrained pride didn't allow him to look away.

Suddenly, Leonel smiled. "Your Majesty, did you forget that there are countless treasures floating around? What are you standing around for? Do you want them all to disappear first?"

Leonel's words suddenly snapped everyone out of their stupor and absentmindedness.

Art Skills and the treasures of Merlin's Trials. The

a moment before he laughed and shook

expected, he slowly walked toward the bodies of his fallen brothers and kneeled by their sides falling

words. And in this

one knew what would happen to Camelot. The weather had only been growing worse and the rumbling

Arthur was actually still thinking about treasures.

was impossible for a person to change in an instant of time. But, it seemed possible for someone to take a first

placed Peirce's head before his brothers, falling into

afar and didn't say much. Mordred's gaze flashed for but a moment before returning to normal. She seemed more interested in

on your own abilities to snatch the treasures that remain. But, since there are so few of you remaining, I

could

knew how long that would

sort of special attachment to Earth, and he definitely didn't have one for Camelot. He just hoped they

attention back to the rings in his hands, completely ignoring the gaze of Monet and Violet Rain. It was no surprise that they both believed that his words were targeted at them, but what could they do about it? Leonel had made his stance clear, and he also made it very obvious that he was the most

Monet's gaze narrowed.

chance against him… Unless the Fourth Dimension

the strength of her ability, she would need

then… wouldn't

too many and the future was too difficult to read. Whether or not she would succeed in