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.

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

been starved for several weeks. They had discolored patches of skin, their ribs were visible through their dull coats,

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

hardly 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 armor was sunken skin, malnutrition, and

the hell is

"General…?"

to the source of the voice, only 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

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

to him. Though he was a half step back as

man?

Leonel's brows furrowed.

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, though, made him

their weapons were well kept, their steeds were

wasn't enough… their numbers were

to get out of this place as

down from his horse.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

sudden roar shook the warriors to his back

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

you want to defend your lands

roar echoed

stood. There wasn't

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

the blue eyed

ahead, his body wrapped

forward. It

all

weapon into the air, pointing it forward and

like a tide. They had poor coordination and their formation was faulty, but, at the very least, a fire burned in their

like a fuel that lit their

he was inwardly shaking his head, wondering how he had

himself just wanted to end this battle as

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

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

teleport me here? What the hell does it have to