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.

pursuit of several of the youths, didn't react to these words

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 anything

full strength now. Retreat is

the Savants nor Leonel. From the beginning, their goal had been the escaped prisoners and now they had thousands of them.

escape the moment Aina

holding back, maybe only he knew the answer

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

"Start." Anared said indifferently.

…

A strong fluctuation of Force suddenly wrapped around it. It didn't take long for Leonel to understand

'That's possible?'

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 even imagine the amount of wealth that went into building the foundation of these cities to

I say you

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

vision suddenly swam. Before he realized what was happening

light in his eyes dimmed, his consciousness

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

level. This wasn't because of her ability, but rather because of the Abyss Panther blood that she had ingested. Only this sort of environment