Dimensional Descent

Leonel's palm flipped over, revealing a sleek and simple bow. It was the very same bow he had gotten from the Camelot Zone.

Though it was just a Quasi Bronze treasure, when it came to this battlefield, it was already among the best weapons in appearance. And… when it came to matters of marksmanship, Leonel truly didn't need anything more than just this.

In the blink of an eye, half a dozen arrows appeared on Leonel's bowstring at once. As though he hardly needed to calculate anything, they shot outward, piercing through the throats of just as many birds in what felt like an instant.

No amount of maneuvering seemed to matter. With every light breath Leonel took, another 'bird' fell from the sky. His single arrow seemed to be capable of covering the whole battlefield. No matter how many barricades you stood behind, no matter how much effort you put into running, it was all meaningless.

Leonel's body and the bow seemed to vanish. No, it wasn't that it had vanished, but rather that they seemed to have become one.

The twang of the bow string was no different from a flex of Leonel's arm or a whipping of his leg. The curve of the bow's body was no different from a tensing of Leonel's spine and a priming of his heart.

It had been so long since Leonel used a bow, rather choosing to rely on his Crafting skill to create powerful sniper rifles. The only reason he was using it now was because he realized that it was a more efficient use of his stamina. Even though the sniper rifle didn't drain him like it once did in the past, it still packed a punch.

However, Leonel never expected to suddenly become immersed in this feeling he hadn't touched upon in such a long time. There was something about the bow that existed on a plane separate from the gun.

No matter how hard Leonel tried, he always felt that there was a barrier between him and his guns truly breathing as one. And yet, that barrier seemed to be as thin as a sheet of wet paper when he picked up his bow.

the same question he

was so special

Leonel wasn't even certain that he had ever used Bow Force before. Had he ever grasped it? In truth, he

the weapon Forces. They just made things sharper, right? In that case, why grasp Bow Force when he could just attach Spear Force to his arrows? Wasn't it the

in this way, making

he asked himself

Force

the answer was Range again. In fact, it felt like the answer was Range times ten. But Leonel felt unsatisfied with this answer. It wasn't because this answer was wrong. In fact, it was correct. The reason he was unsatisfied was because he felt that it

the arrows he released seemed to blot out the skies all on their own. Before the boat had even crossed from two kilometers away to just a single kilometer, more than half

skies before Leonel could get to them. But, that

speed hit a new gear. He ran out of arrows and simply began to form them with his Earth Force. His arm became like a blur and the bowstring often didn't even have a chance to settle

off against dozens. Leonel sent out several

they seemed to have reached a stalemate. The clashing in the skies grew resounding, flashing lights of all colors coming from one side only to be blocked by a curtain

the

It seemed that he had missed at first, but then it became clear that a single one of Leonel's arrows began to disrupt the path

BANG!

burst from Leonel's body. A golden spear light flickered into and out of existence on Leonel's forehead as though it was fighting back against something,

suddenly gained life of their own. Rather than speeding up, his pace suddenly slowed. And yet, under the astonished gazes of those watching on, it wasn't Leonel who began