Dimensional Descent

"What is it, Uncle Zimo? Why did we stop?"

The voice of a young lady came out from the midst of an escort. In fact, it wasn't just any young lady, but rather Syl, the friend of the woman who was the cause of Leonel's current predicament, but also, ironically maybe the reason Leonel was still alive.

The escort was quite long, containing at least 50 individuals. Aside from one large chariot which Syl's voice came from, the rest road odd war horses with twin horns and an underbelly covered in thick scales.

Uncle Zimo was the very same older man with sparse hair that had taken Syl away from Rie just days ago. But, at the moment, he stood in place at the head of the escort, his hands folded to his back and his gaze narrowed. The issue was that he seemed to be staring into empty space. Other than an unkempt road before him amidst a thick forest, there was nothing else.

Just when everyone was beginning think Uncle Zimo had gone crazy, the ground trembled slightly and a young man slowly appeared.

For a moment, it seemed as though the whole of the world revolved around him.

The young man wore heavy leather robes that exuded the wild air of a beast. His hair, shimmering of gold and bronze swayed slightly beneath the wind, accentuating his sharp, handsome features.

Though his eyes were colored a dull green, they held a hidden sharpness within them that remained calm even in the face of such a large group.

It was clear that this young man was still in the Third Dimension. Anyone with Internal Sight could see the faint rejection of the world around him. Yet, somehow, the pressure he exuded was so far beyond that.

Uncle Zimo's gaze narrowed.

"Is there a reason you called me out?" Leonel questioned.

Despite the numerous eyes on him, his voice was steady and calm. However, it seemed to break an illusion everyone had just been under.

Whether it was by coincidence or design, the aura of the previous Leonel had made everyone ignore a few things. For one, no one had noticed the little mink around his neck until now. And, most importantly... no one had noticed the black mark that hovered before his forehead until now as well.

Upon realizing this, Uncle Zimo's expression became more hostile than it already was, causing Leonel to frown.

of this mark on his forehead. He had even left the city,

for this man. He didn't know enough about the Fourth Dimension to properly measure this man's stats, but all he needed to know was that this

forward, causing Leonel's furrowed brows

coldy. "If you insist on attacking me without reason,

to speak

not in the

a place to sleep. Then he almost died during his breakthrough, only to find out that someone had snatched something that was his

him without a word, this damned old man stopped the whole escort just to bring him out

was getting shorter and shorter as time passed. The longer he

shocked appearance suddenly gave way to a sneer and then laughter. It wasn't just him, many of the soldiers and warriors within the escort couldn't hold it in any

Leonel didn't seem to have

sun that peaked through the heavy foliage above could only

mink on Leonel's shoulder bared

to change once more, sharpening. A slightly cold wind circled around him, causing the dried leaves at his feet

and faced the escort, his indifferent gaze

joking in the slightest. If this

stopped laughing

by your mere Third Dimensional Force? Do you think I would need my Fourth Dimensional Force to deal with you? Do you think this

expression. It was as though he hadn't heard Zimo's words

entire demeanor seemed to say

activated his Winter Four Seasons Realm comprehension? He had already reached the pinnacle of Crystallization, what if he broke into the Fourth Dimension with his Soul Force right here?

truly daring Zimo to act. He

Uncle Zimo was growing more and more pissed. A mere Third Dimensional ant actually dared to speak to him this way? The worst part was that

he truly believed Leonel was spewing nothing but nonsense, he had a responsibility to protect Zimo. Even

down Leonel, but