Dimensional Descent

Aina's eyes widened. Her hand subconsciously reached out to grab at Leonel. But, by the time she had reacted and moved, her palm could only touch at empty air.

Her brows creased beneath her mask, confusion coloring her face.

There was nothing that Leonel kept from Aina. On the days they spent together, they meandered through conversation that usually lasted hours at a time. It could be said that the only thing Leonel had never told Aina were the words his Coach had spoken on that day.

This was all to say that Aina had long since been aware of the existence of the ring and had just seen Leonel pull it out while no one was paying attention.

Knowing this, though still worried about Leonel's safety, it wasn't to the point that Aina was plunged into a well of despair.

After she took a deep breath, practically hypnotizing herself into believing that Leonel would be fine, she looked up, her eyes several shades colder than they were just a moment ago.

If she had to face the ten who remained alone and without a partner, that was fine too.

In her heart, though, she couldn't shed a last stubborn and sinking feeling. However, this just filled her with the will to vent… and she definitely wouldn't be as merciful as Leonel.

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As Aina was panicking, one could only imagine what Leonel was feeling.

"FUCK! SEND ME BACK!"

Leonel's roar bellowed into a wide expanse of sky.

Worry for himself? He never felt it. But, the idea of leaving Aina behind in that cesspool of human angst and ambition made his heart feel as though it was being lit on fire.

"General?"

Leonel's head snapped in the direction of the voice only to realize that he was seated on a steed in the middle of a thousand strong army. His roar that shook the skies seemed to have awakened them all, however, the words Leonel spoke make the dreary atmosphere even worse.

Even the General knew that this was a losing battle, why should they even bother to fight? Shouldn't they just lay down their arms and give up now?

Leonel's rage had yet to dissipate. At first, he really didn't have the mind to care who was calling out to him or if he was even being called out to at all.

He had never thought the simple act of taking out the ring would result in this. To make matters worse, it was now stuck on his finger and he couldn't even take it off if he wanted.

However, Leonel soon realized that he had to calm down. No amount of roaring or rage was going to make this ring magically pop off, nor did this world seem prepared to listen to him.

It was only after Leonel reached this infuriating conclusion that he finally decided to look around.

more than a group a ruffians. If they were holding hoes and plows, Leonel could easily mistake them for farmers rather than the warriors

they had been starved for several weeks. They had discolored patches of

to be a cavalry? Weren't they better off on

thought when his Internal Sight swept over the men once more. It was only then that he realized that beneath their cobbled together armor was sunken skin, malnutrition, and a vulnerability so keen they could hardly withstand the heft

hell

"General…?"

He seemed to be a young man, no older than Leonel himself. He had a nervous look hidden within his blue eyes, but his hands gripped at his

the eyes of this young man. Whereas the others only had fear, this young man had a small bit

almost level to him. Though he was

hand man?

Leonel's brows furrowed.

truly understand, a rumbling began to sound in the distance. Though they were several kilometers away, they still seemed capable of making the ground quake. Their presence alone plunged Leonel's army

Sight, Leonel could easily see them. What

armor, their weapons were well kept, their steeds were well fed, and their bodies bolstered a strong health that rippled through

their numbers were double

out of

of his palm as he jumped down from his horse. This sort of steed would only hinder him, not to mention the fact he hated

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

sudden roar shook the warriors to his

to show… that kind of spineless, cowering, effeminate garbage… Just send me back, I want

if you want to be men, if you want to defend your lands and protect your

echoed through

tall walls of rock stood. There wasn't a single

backward is where their homes lay, it was where those they loved and cherished rested. Going backwards was not an

the

charging ahead, his

It felt

you all waiting

air, pointing it forward and kicking the

a tide. They had poor coordination and their formation

back was a like a fuel

his head,

he himself just wanted to end this battle as quickly as

now… He really wasn't confident in taking down 2000 warriors at the same time, especially since

was the only one strong enough to disrupt this army's formation

it teleport me here? What the