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.

and the treasures of Merlin's Trials. The dark skies and rushing rain made it too easy

before he laughed and shook

of heading toward the treasures as everyone expected, he slowly walked toward the bodies of his fallen

spoke louder than words. And in this case, Arthur's actions spoke the

knew what would happen to Camelot. The weather had only been growing worse and the rumbling of the ground had never stopped. In fact, it

a situation, Arthur was actually still thinking about treasures. Even he found himself

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

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 Leonel than anyone

rely on your own abilities to snatch the treasures that remain. But, since there are so few of you remaining, I hope there won't be anymore killing. The future is still uncertain right now, so do

of Reality definitely wouldn't be smooth. Though, this situation was much better than it could have been. Since Camelot

how long that would

Earth, and he definitely didn't have one for Camelot. He just hoped they wouldn't massacre one another to the

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

Monet's gaze narrowed.

him… Unless the Fourth Dimension descends,

its world and people. Monet felt that even with the strength of her ability, she would need it to evolve again for her to stand a chance against

then… wouldn't Leonel's ability

the future was too difficult to read. Whether or not she would succeed in surpassing Leonel when that time came was still