Dimensional Descent

Leonel grit his teeth, his jaw clenching with such force that it might have been heard if it wasn't for the heavy rain falling from the skies.

Up above, a vortex of black clouds rumbled and sparked with lightning, becoming louder and more dangerous with every passing moment as though a tornado trying to touch down to the earth.

The moment Leonel heard Alexandre's words, a rage began to pump through his veins.

In the past, he hadn't cared about kneeling very much. It wasn't a devaluing of himself, but rather that he had never assigned the action as something that would grant or snatch such a thing as value from a person.

Having grown up in a world that was more monarchy than democracy, something like paying respects to the Emperor was a part of everyday life. It had never been a struggle to keep or hold onto a meaningless pride, especially when everyone around you had been indoctrinated in the very same way.

It wasn't until Leonel met King Arthur that he suddenly gained a revulsion toward kneeling. But, even then, it wasn't because of the action itself, but rather because he felt as though it was being used as a power play to elevate another at his expense.

Back then, King Arthur was meant to tell him to rise, yet purposely chose not to as a method of applying more pressure on Leonel. What he didn't know was that even someone like Leonel had their own breaking point, especially when they put as much emphasis on Respect as Leonel did.

Since that day, Leonel never casually kneeled. But at this moment, with his face being grinded into the ground, with the fury of his army billowing around him, he hated it even more.

Veins popped across his body. Even though his skin couldn't seem to sustain his Bronze Runes anymore, his eyes still pulsed with a strong red. But, at that moment, for whatever reason, the usual violet hue that curbed the murderous violence of the crimson was nowhere to be seen.

barrier seemed to give way to Leonel. But, the moment he managed to rise high enough

BANG!

skull was threatening to shatter. If it wasn't for the fact his Metal Body was

Alexandre shook his head. "I'll give you

"GENERAL!"

hand, causing a barrier to block a wave of soldiers from charging through. However, it became very clear, very quickly, that he hadn't done this for the sake of

through the barrier, his momentum not having stopped along

seemed to realize instantly what happened, but a flash of madness took over his eyes as he continued to charge forward, his roar

splatter of blood rained down on

falling rain. As though an anvil hidden within a mountain of clouds, it crashed

moment, he felt the barrier around him loosen once again. Clearly, Alexandre

and yet he felt as though he should push it aside, that

it worth less than his pride or

was all too much. He wasn't willing to bear the burden of so many deaths, to have the lost lives of his

last two years? Why was it that he felt the need to be present at every battlefield? Why was it that he insisted on charging as the head of the vanguard no

feel that weight, that heaviness… The things he asked for himself, he couldn't ask from others. He wanted to protect, he didn't want to feel this gut

fingers scraped along the ground, his strength causing

fists, he pushed himself up