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...

a sudden will to battle. As though a road of air manifested before him, Anared casually stepped off the

the wind

that moment, Anared felt monstrous killing intent lock onto him. Even his heart skipped a single

his heart

"Leave him to me."

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

but internally sneer. Did this girl think that he was Jilniya? He could defeat someone on that level

expected. In fact, she tossed it to the ground as though it was worthless, reaching to the large curved package

hand. Her aura completely changed,

'Four Seasons Realm...'

accept it. But, the ax in Aina's hand was also on the cusp of entering the Fifth Dimension. Let alone the

Aina, a slight hint of

hand she used to clench her battle ax's handle. The ax trembled with

moment to step forward when all she wanted to

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

for their futures. This was the way of the world. Though he, of course, wanted to protect his

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

Terrain wanted his fury so badly,

felt as though an

livid. Not only had this Warden not answered his question, now someone

trying one last time to

"Just die!" Lionel roared.

contrasted the golden owl to Leonel's. It

cold, calculating gaze remained indifferent. He observed Lionel's hysteria without a hint of emotion,

of you couldn't possibly hope to take control of

spear forward. With a thought, chains surged, wrapping around Lionel's body in layer after

much fighting experience, but how could they? This was the first time they had

how fearsome Savants were. It had been 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

they were completely