Dimensional Descent

Leonel stood with a clenched jaw. He had no idea if Lionel was truly related to him or not, but his last words resonated with his soul.

At that moment, Leonel couldn't help but hesitate. The deed had already been done, but had he truly made the right choice? Had this been the right way to do things? Had he been true to himself and done what he wanted, or had he just used the same logic The Empire had only to add his own 'unique' twist.

"Coach!"

Leonel didn't sigh a breath of relief what things were over. Instead, he shot backward to Coach Owen.

With Vice's ability having been blocked by Leonel for a long while now, medics had long since gotten to the Governor Duke. But, whether they'd be able to do anything was a different matter entirely.

By now, those guards who weren't of help had been led by Garwin to assault Hargrove City. Among those that remained, they were all the top of the line healers Dark Cloud Prison had to offer.

"Get away from me, I need to speak to Leonel."

Coach Owen pushed the medics away, his tactics just as gruff as usual. But, with how pale his face had become, it was clear he was on his last legs, even his mustache seemed to have lost most of its earlier volume.

Leonel made his way over, a deep frown on his features.

"Shut up old man, stop talking." Leonel's frown deepened.

He kneeled down, a strong golden light enveloping him as he cast [Grand Heal] as best he could.

Owen spoke between

tell you to stop talking already?" Leonel was exasperated. Was this old man trying to get himself killed? What was he

kid. You're at the end of your

hole through his stomach and not his Coach. But, before he could wonder why, a wave of fatigue grabbed hold of

cold sweat covered every inch of his body and his breathing was short and quick. Yet,

onto his forehead and shook his head

he was so worried about Coach Owen, he hadn't even realized when his perspective on the battlefield had

everything from her power to speed was on an entirely new level. Anared could only continuously

a slight breath of relief. But, when he relaxed slightly, he

croak, I need to tell you this

shook his head,

to die." Leonel

to let an old man say his final words? Or are you going to keep crying like

"I'm not..."

salty taste touched his tongue. He wiped his face with a forearm, only to find a moisture that shouldn't have been there. But, even as he

yours earlier, she's kicking more ass than you. Is this the face

redness of his eyes and the stream of tears flooding his

his body no longer had

remain silent, Coach Owen