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

exasperated. Was

You're at the end

to find the medics giving him worried looks as though it was him with a bloody 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, he just cast one of the strongest

onto his forehead

on the battlefield had become so shallow. In fact, he hadn't even realized when Noah made it here to support Aina and the

find Aina fighting. Her strength seemed to have soared, everything from her power to speed was on an entirely

breath of relief. But, when he relaxed slightly, he felt his vision swim

brat. If I'm going to croak,

nose and shook his head,

you're not going to die."

his final words? Or are you going to

"I'm not..."

find a moisture

man now, brat. I even heard that little girlfriend of yours earlier, she's kicking

eyes and the stream of tears flooding his cheeks. It was almost as though he was simply too tired to stop his normal reactions anymore, his

body no longer had the

remain silent, Coach