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.

nothing more

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

be a cavalry? Weren't they

finished this thought when his Internal Sight swept over the men once more. It was only then that he realized that beneath their cobbled together

hell

"General…?"

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

look in the eyes of this young man. Whereas the others only had fear, this

of the army, only this young man stood almost level to him. Though he was a half step back as a sign of respect, he was nearly shoulder

hand man? Lieutenant

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

improvement of his Internal Sight, Leonel could easily see them. What he saw,

their weapons were well kept, their steeds were well fed, and their bodies

that wasn't enough… their numbers were

need to get out of

spear appeared with a flip of his palm as he jumped down from his horse. This sort of steed would only hinder him, not to mention

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

shook the warriors

of spineless, cowering, effeminate garbage…

be men, if you want to defend your lands and protect your women and children, then raise your

echoed through the

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

their homes lay, it was where those

gaze of the blue eyed youth

ahead, his body wrapped in

above, 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 speed

you all waiting for?!

rose his weapon into the air, pointing it

forward like a tide. They had poor coordination and their formation

a fuel that lit

shaking his head, wondering how he had gotten himself

amped up as the soldiers following behind Leonel were, he himself just wanted to end this battle as quickly as possible, hoping that this

felt that he was now… He really wasn't confident in taking down

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

Why would it teleport me here? What the hell does it have to do with