Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked off into blank space. His coach's final words about James didn't really register until just now.

Could he forgive James? Well, he really didn't know. He didn't even know why it was James had done the things he had, so it was even harder to forgive something like this. As a brother, James should have spoken to him directly.

The same words Leonel had said to Aina back then, he could have said to James. The moment someone he was close to stopped trusting him, even going to the point of not even trying to explain things to him first, he had no qualms about them letting them live life without him.

If James couldn't trust him enough to speak, was such a person really his brother?

…

"Young Heir Keafir, this is a losing battle. We can't continue to stay here. We've accomplished our goal already."

City Lord Hargrove sent a message to Anared.

Controlling the Savants was never a possibility. The moment they got hold of the A and Dark Prisoners, their task was complete. There was no need to continue fighting here.

The only reason Anared had stepped out was to ensure the death of Leonel and potentially grab hold of a piece of Earth's World Spirit. But, since that was no longer possible with the level of support and reinforcements Earth was getting, it was in their best interest to just cut their losses and leave.

In truth, this operation was a resounding success. Leonel's appearance was never part of the plan, so it could be said that they had already accomplished everything they set out to do.

the city walls, evading the pursuit

in the distance toward Leonel's sitting figure. He seemed to be quite listless and out of place. But, if Anared wanted to make it there, he would have to cross through thousands. And, of those thousands, there were 500 who had talent beyond

to display my full

goal was never the Savants nor Leonel. From the beginning, their goal had been the escaped prisoners and

dodging out of the way of another one of Aina's ax strikes. Timing his escape the moment Aina used another minor teleportation, he bolted backward, his display far beyond anything

for why Anared would be holding back, maybe only he knew the answer to this. No,

of an eye, Anared had made it to the base of the city. With a single leap, he made it to the top

"Start." Anared said indifferently.

…

around it. It didn't take

'That's possible?'

about Force Arts than probably anyone on Earth currently. A Force Art drawn with normal materials wouldn't be able to withstand the teleportation of such a large piece of land twice. He couldn't

say

way to stop the city from leaving this place. He had already said that he wouldn't be allowing Anared to leave,

he stood, Leonel's vision suddenly swam. Before he realized what was

eyes dimmed,

attention back to Leonel, worried about how he might be taking his Coach's situation, suddenly cried out in shock. Abandoning thoughts of going after Anared, she shot forward like

strength was on a whole other level. This wasn't because of her ability, but rather because of the Abyss Panther blood that she had ingested. Only