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.

Coach Owen spoke between

Leonel was exasperated. Was this old man trying to get himself killed? What was

"Just look at yourself, kid. You're at the

up 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

Leonel hadn't realized was that his face had long since been drained of all color. A cold sweat covered every inch of his body and his breathing was short and quick.

onto his forehead and

his perspective on the battlefield had become so shallow. In fact, he hadn't even realized when Noah made

to have soared, everything from her power to speed was on

breath of relief. But, when he relaxed slightly, he felt

up, brat. If I'm going to croak, I need to

and shook his head, trying to regain

you're not going to die." Leonel

old man say his final words? Or are you

"I'm not..."

mouth to speak, but a sudden 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 looked into the darkened skies, there were no

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

redness of his 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 having reached the end of its

exhaustion, his body no longer had

remain silent, Coach Owen