Dimensional Descent

Almost the instant the voice came to an end the howls of beasts shook the skies, penetrating the dense fog in a way that their eyesight couldn't hope to.

The voice itself was clearly from Ossenna, but it was impossible to pinpoint where exactly she was. It was like she was trying to remind them all that she was paying attention to what was happening even if they couldn't set eyes on her.

Leonel winced slightly, the loud howls threatening to burst his eardrums. The distance between them and the beasts shouldn't have been very close. He had already entered the forest once and they were all quite dispersed and he hadn't run into any packs, likely because the nature of Cursed Beasts didn't really allow them to work together. But, for their roars to be so loud despite the distance, Leonel's heart couldn't help but skip a beat when he thought about just how powerful they had to be.

'We need to move. Now.'

Time was of the essence, this was the conclusion Leonel came to. The fact he could only make such a benign and unimpressive deduction spoke volumes all to its own.

Leonel sent a gaze back, communicating with his eyes before shooting forward. He held back his speed to a level that most in their group could keep up with, not wanting to leave anyone behind. Though they now had the armor to sustain and help them, and they shouldn't have any issues maintaining it at these low settings, they were still restricted somewhat in their strength.

The likes of Aina and Myghell could use about 80% now, while the others were at about 60-70%.

Leonel blazed a path into the village, his gaze narrowing when he witnessed the scene ahead.

In the center of the village, several of the most severely injured youth lay writhing on the ground, the Anarchic Force eating away at their weak bodies and paralyzing them from the inside out. It was clearly already too late for them to receive treatment and one after another, they died.

ran for their lives, understanding that they only had a short time to disperse into the forest before the

had several hundred geniuses who called this place home. Secondly, despite the large scale of the explosion, only about a 20-meter diameter of the black log wall had been destroyed. And, to make matters worse, the residual force and flames of the impact still lay in the pit that separated them from their escape, forming

Third Dimensional Earth, moshpits were the kind of places innocent people went to die, let alone in a situation like

gaze shifted from the hole in the wall to the portions of the black log that still remained. It was obvious that many weren't trying to leap over the normal way because of how difficult it was to climb a hundred meters straight up in

'Can they make it?'

just a few steps,

a solution. His steps diverted, shooting off at an angle

"Karolus, with me!"

with Leonel. His tall and lanky body was filled with strength and vitality, especially after gaining the support

Leonel said, reaching out

immediately understood, his own hand reaching out a moment later. With a thought, his own spatial affinity latched onto the ledge Leonel had formed,

a splintered glass stair,

he leapt into the air. Even as he did so, his hand reached out again, forming a second crack three meters ahead and

his brows marred

first stair, propelling himself upward

on just a moment later, rushing up the spatial stairway in pairs as they rocketed upward. In just a few moments, they soared over the log wall beneath

fall downward!" Leonel's voice commanded again, a road of stars appearing beneath his feet as he zigzagged through the air, slowing his descent