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.

he stood within was indeed a thousand strong. However, there wasn't a single unifying identity to them in the slightest. In fact, they looked like nothing more than a group a

they had been starved for several weeks. They had discolored patches of skin, their ribs were visible through their dull coats, and their legs seemed several measures too

this supposed to be a cavalry? Weren't they better

more. It was only then that he realized that beneath their cobbled together armor

the hell is

"General…?"

that this person was indeed talking to him. He seemed to be a young man, no older than Leonel himself. He had a nervous look hidden within

this young man. Whereas

him. Though he was a half step back as a

hand man?

Leonel's brows furrowed.

distance. Though they were several kilometers away, they still seemed capable of making the ground quake. Their presence alone plunged

the improvement of his Internal Sight, Leonel could easily see them. What he saw, though, made him

armor, their weapons were well kept, their steeds were well fed,

their numbers were double their

need to get out of this place as

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

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

shook the warriors

to show… that kind of spineless, cowering, effeminate

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

roar echoed through

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

where those they loved and

gaze of the

ahead, his body wrapped

tear a path forward. It felt as though Leonel could cross

are you all waiting for?!

air, pointing it forward and

a tide. They had poor coordination and their formation was faulty, but, at

a like a fuel

inwardly shaking his head, wondering how he had gotten himself into

to end this battle as quickly as possible, hoping that

really wasn't confident in taking down 2000 warriors at the same time, especially since they were all in the

one strong enough

teleport me here? What the hell does it