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

that at all, looked as though they had been starved for several weeks. They had discolored patches of skin, their

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

that beneath their cobbled together armor was sunken skin,

hell is

"General…?"

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

young man. Whereas

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

hand man? Lieutenant

Leonel's brows furrowed.

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

his Internal Sight, Leonel could easily see them. What he saw, though, made

high class and shimmering armor, their weapons were well kept, their steeds

that wasn't enough… their numbers were

get out of this place as

a flip 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?!"

the

want to show… that kind of spineless, cowering, effeminate garbage…

you want to defend your lands

roar echoed

rock stood. There wasn't a

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

of the blue

ahead, his body

a blazing laser of gold tear a path forward. It felt as though Leonel could cross hundreds of meters in the blink

you all waiting for?!

his weapon into the air, pointing it

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

a like a fuel

for Leonel himself, though, he was inwardly shaking his head, wondering how he had

just wanted to end

that he was now… He really wasn't confident in taking down 2000 warriors at the

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

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