Dimensional Descent

Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Leonel had never expected for such a thing to happen. After being blown away by a mysterious mirror ability, his Coach Owen had flown back more than a hundred meters from Lionel. The distance that separated them couldn't be considered to be small. By any logic, it shouldn't have been possible to attack the Governor Duke without giving Leonel time to respond.

But, the facts were laid out before them all. Coach Owen's own spear shot through his belly, his blood painting its shaft crimson.

With a cough, Escobar slumped backward, his breathing growing incredibly shallow.

Aina's eyes widened. But in the next instant, her gaze snapped toward Leonel, flashes of worry lighting her irises.

Unfortunately, it was already too late for her to say anything. Whatever light Leonel's aura held vanished, being washed by an oppressive might that made those in his presence feel as though a hand was descending from the skies.

"TELL ME! WHY DID YOU CALL HIM THAT!"

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Leonel took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet groaning and whining.

The image of a majestic bird appeared to his back. It had beautiful feathers of gold and white, eyes filled with endless wisdom and a wing span that seemed capable of encompassing the world.

Leonel's next step seemed to blur, touching the ground both so lightly and with such speed that it left nothing but an after image in its wake. It wasn't until Leonel was already over a hundred meters away from the place of its descent that the concrete suddenly folded beneath the pressure.

Aina's expression changed, her head snapping back toward everyone else.

"Support him!"

Her voice held no less compulsion than Leonel's. It became quite clear quite quickly that the reason she didn't lead wasn't because she couldn't, but rather because she chose to defer to Leonel. But at this moment, there wasn't time for that.

Anared looked at this change with a curious light in his eye.

In truth, the only two that had a chance at shaking his position were Leonel and Aina. Since they had so graciously shown themselves...

sword that hovered to Anared's back suddenly vibrated, resonating with a sudden will to battle. As though a road of air manifested before him, Anared casually stepped off the top of Hargrove city's

He sliced the wind in two,

him. Even his heart skipped a single beat before his

frown. Nothing had shaken his heart so severely

"Leave him to me."

front, but it was clearly not aimed toward him. It took him just a moment to realize that it had actually been

on that level without even unsheathing his sword.

sword as Anared had expected. In fact, she tossed it to the ground as though it was worthless,

a thought, a massive golden-red ax appeared in her hand. Her aura completely changed, reaching a level of oppression that made Anared's indifferent

'Four Seasons Realm...'

cusp of entering the Fifth Dimension. Let alone the fact Anared had hardly seen a Quasi Bronze treasure in his life, even among those he had, this

slight hint of blood wrinkling the noses of those in its

popped up across the delicate hand she used to clench her battle ax's handle. The ax trembled with excitement, a

moment to step forward when

her eyes gave the sign of several warnings. She swore that if anything happened to Leonel, Anared and the whole of Terrain would

a peak as well. To this point, he hadn't hated anyone of Terrain. He felt as though they were simply doing what was best for their futures. This was the way of

were different. Not only had their actions put the life of his Coach on the line, but

his fury so badly, they

between his Coach and Lionel, his aura towering. The shocked guards of Dark Cloud Prison suddenly felt as though an immovable pillar stood before them all. Even if the sky collapsed, it would be

Warden not answered his question,

Owen mumbled weakly, trying one last

"Just die!" Lionel roared.

to Leonel's. It felt as though a clash of ages had suddenly

remained indifferent. He observed Lionel's hysteria without a hint of emotion, his eyes seemingly even more

to take control

his spear forward. With a thought, chains surged, wrapping around Lionel's body

Prisoners to Lionel's back panicked. It was clear they didn't have much fighting experience, but how could they? This was the first time they had been in

less than a few hours since this group even realized they had abilities at all, yet they were already so powerful. What would happen if they had

were completely lost without Lionel's