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...

though a road of air manifested before him, Anared casually stepped off the

skies. He sliced the wind

intent lock onto him. Even his heart skipped a single

help but frown. Nothing had shaken his heart so severely

"Leave him to me."

from Anared's front, but it was clearly not aimed toward him. It took him just a

that he was Jilniya? He could defeat someone on that level without

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

aura completely changed, reaching a level of oppression

'Four Seasons Realm...'

could accept it. But, the ax in Aina's hand was also on the 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 was the

around Aina, a slight hint of blood

hand she used to clench her battle ax's handle. The ax trembled with excitement, a thirst for reaping life humming its

to step forward

swore that if anything happened

simply doing what was best for their futures. This was the way of the world. Though he,

actions put the life of his Coach on the line,

his fury so badly,

his Coach and Lionel, his aura towering. The shocked guards of Dark Cloud Prison suddenly felt as

Warden not answered his question, now someone else had come to block

Owen mumbled weakly, trying one last

"Just die!" Lionel roared.

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

blew back, but his cold, calculating gaze remained indifferent. He observed Lionel's hysteria without a hint of emotion, his eyes seemingly even

couldn't possibly hope to take control of my

pointed his spear forward. With a thought, chains surged,

they didn't have much fighting experience, but how could they? This was the first time they had been in

hours since this group even realized they had abilities at all, yet they were already so powerful. What would

completely lost without