Dimensional Descent

"… Your Lineage Factor is quite interesting. A defensive type Lineage Factor that relies on the fluidity of your body, is that right? Your ability is a C-grade sharpened sight ability that also synergizes well with your Lineage Factor. I'm sure you're good at hand to hand combat, commendable."

Leonel spoke with a smile, his demeanor relaxed.

"There's also you." Leonel continued. "Your Light Elemental Lineage Factor is quite intriguing, focusing on your attack strength, hm? I'm sure that pairing that with your Fifth Dimensional Wind Elemental ability helps you quite a bit, right?"

Ameron's gaze narrowed further. Leonel's words had subtly revealed the fact he was quite aware of his strength yet still dared to stand here.

Among those here, he was the only one with an ability that touched the realms of the Fifth Dimension, or so he thought. But now that Leonel was speaking so nonchalantly, he wasn't confident in this matter any longer. Was this brat more dangerous than he originally thought?

"And you." Leonel's smile faded, his gaze locking onto Laeron, the red-haired Brazinger family member.

"Your Lineage Factor is related to your blood and your bodily strength. As for your ability, it's of the S-grade and only gives you perfect recall of events, is that right?"

Leonel's cheerfulness had completely vanished. Even as a method of applying pressure, he couldn't stand to continue putting up such a façade for a man from that family.

"So, what is your choice?" Leonel continued coldly.

The pressure was palpable.

this world, one of the most protected secrets of a person was their ability. When it came down to a crucial moment, what an opponent did or

was that abilities came in all shapes and sizes. And, even if by some miracle two people received two near identical abilities, the

the midst of battle. But, in the real world, a burly man could just as easily bring out a strong wind affinity, a person with a

abilities displayed so grandly. And, not only that, but for their Lineage Factors

that Laeron suddenly began

wondering why it was you hated me so much." Laeron's laughter grew, his blood boiling. "So that's why, that's why… I get it,

his black bow in his hands, his gaze never leaving the four

toward Aina and

me for the actions of a few. Those people you want to kill me for only treat me slightly better than the piece of dirt they see those

reddened. Clearly, he was feeling

didn't receive very great treatment from the family. Maybe it was because his talent wasn't as great, maybe it was because his ability didn't have very great offensive prowess, or maybe it was because he didn't have much

of the reason, being targeted because of the actions of someone you didn't like very much to begin with wasn't a pleasant

remembered Aina. Leonel had just described his ability as perfect recall. It could be said that the only reason he didn't recognize Aina immediately was because

it wasn't even Aina's looks. No, what he remembered was the exact pattern of the scars drawn across her

words, but he still nodded slightly. Even though he wanted to reject Laeron's words due to his own bias, he knew that not accepting such a thing and hating him just because of the family he came from would make

I've said already, if you want to live then just surrender yourselves. I'll release you all just

you expect me to

all be resolved by us. But, if you force us to act, even if by some miracle you manage to defeat the three of us,