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.

wasn't a single unifying identity to them in the slightest. In fact, they looked like nothing more than a group a ruffians. If they were holding hoes and plows, Leonel could easily mistake them for farmers rather than

they had been starved for several

supposed to be a cavalry? Weren't they

Sight swept over the men once more. It was only then that he realized that beneath

the hell

"General…?"

to find out 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 his blue eyes, but his hands gripped at his sword so hard his veins threatened to

see an almost pleading look in the eyes of this young man. Whereas the others only

realized that of the army, only this young man stood almost level to him. Though he was a half step

man?

Leonel's brows furrowed.

they still seemed capable of making the ground quake.

with the improvement of his Internal Sight, Leonel could easily see

didn't have high class and shimmering armor, their weapons were well kept, their steeds were well fed, and their bodies bolstered a strong health that rippled

that wasn't enough… their

to get out of this place

from his horse. This sort of steed would

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

sudden roar shook the

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

men, if you want to defend

echoed

tall walls of rock stood. There

was where those they loved and cherished rested. Going backwards was

gaze of the

ahead, his

it would feel as though one was watching a blazing laser of gold tear a path forward. It felt as though Leonel could cross hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. His

are you all

the air, pointing it forward

They had poor coordination and their formation was faulty, but, at the

back was a like a fuel that lit

inwardly shaking his head, wondering how he had gotten

were, he himself just wanted to end this battle as

no matter how powerful Leonel felt that he was now… He really wasn't confident in taking down 2000 warriors at the same time, especially since they

the only one strong enough to disrupt this army's formation before they reached his men. If he didn't, this well-trained

'Is this another Zone? Why would it teleport me