Dimensional Descent

Wild fluctuations of red-violet aura surged around Leonel. A towering tornado of Force swirled around his body, bronze Runes flickering into existence across his skin.

The little mink woke from his nap, low growls standing its hair on end.

At that moment, everyone's sights focused toward the same direction. With how high up Leonel's shuttle had been, he was nothing but a faint black dot in the sky. But, there was no denying the surge of energy coming from that direction. Even those without the ability to see so far could feel the changes.

Leonel's shuttle morphed into a surfboard, streaking down from the clouds as though a meteor crashing toward the earth.

By the time he got in range for those without sensory abilities to see him clearly, the cold stoicism on his face was all anyone could seem to focus on. It felt as though it was a dam holding back the raging waters of his fury. Beneath that placid exterior, there was a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Seeing Leonel's appearance, Mordred was among the few who sighed a breath of relief. She knew that if Leonel was here, then that must mean that the situation on the other battlefield had already been dealt with. And, judging by his current appearance, it was also clear that he already had a minor grasp of exactly what was happening here.

'Isn't he… descending too fast, though?'

Mordred couldn't help but worry. She knew how deep Leonel's feelings for Aina were. In such a situation, she couldn't even be certain that he would care much about his own safety.

Just as Mordred was about to try to warn Leonel, his surfboard came to a grinding halt, causing her heart to stutter.

The sheering forces of such abrupt changes in speed would be no different to crashing into the ground. Was Leonel trying to kill himself?!

However, what was even more shocking than this was the fact that Leonel seemed completely unaffected. In fact, before anyone could wonder why he was still 20 meters above the ground, his surfboard vanished, leaving him to plummet to the ground on his own.

At that moment, Nile finally awoke from his stupor. He didn't know who this person was, but judging by the way his gaze had been locked onto Aina from start to finish, Nile could already guess what this unknown entity's goal was.

Long

Guinevere and the remaining five Knights of the Round

it was as though Leonel couldn't even see the arrows streaking toward him. He hardly said a word, yet a strong

PENG! PENG! PENG!

didn't even stand a chance. Let alone cracking

BANG!

ground. However, the sight of him breaking several bones or becoming a pile of mush

out beneath his weight. But, Leonel had hardly felt his two feet touch earth before

no different from King Arthur. His body almost became a streak of golden light, blazing a trail past Nile and his men to appear beside

single soul could even

to complete what so many of them had

Watching her in this state, he almost felt as though her pain was his own. The pain of opening his Lineage Factor, the torture he had put his hands through over the past months, even those savage beatings he had taken at the hands

the foul odor coming from Aina's body, nor did he care that her face was completely unrecognizable beneath the inflamed scars that had

help her expel more of the

I do? What's wrong with

cast as many [Grand Heal]'s as he could. But, his instincts told him doing so

[ *Ping* ]

during infancy, making it

Leonel's pupils flickered.

a One Star Mono-Layered Curse and a Four Star Tetra-Layered Curse was. But, this did confirm one thing to him: Aina's scars

reason the Cleansing Waters managed to help their inflammation was due