Dimensional Descent

Cornelius watched this skirmish with an odd flicker in his eyes.

'Already…?'

Maybe only he knew what exactly he meant by this. Or, more accurately, those who understood the difficulty of fighting on a Void Battlefield would all come to a very quick comprehension of exactly what he was baffled by.

…

Leonel's spear techniques flowed with a sort of smoothness it had never had before. This was the first time he had seriously used his spear since his battle with Myghell, and he could almost feel his every action singing, as though every slight movement carried with it a breath of fresh air and a purpose filled with life and vitality.

His four meter long spear left afterimages in the air, melding with the surrounding fog as though there was no separation between them at all.

Those that had managed to survive Leonel's sneak attack recovered quickly, brandishing their own weapons in retaliation. Leonel didn't hesitate to take on three of them, his blood pumping as his violet hair whipped about beneath his own sheer speed.

His foot planted hard against the ground, his body shooting forward.

For a moment, it looked as though he would crash right into a tree ahead of him. His three enemies cleverly used the congestion of the forest to their advantage, trying to recover from the sudden attack in time. But, that was when Leonel's spear showed its flexibility.

a mind of its own, it snaked around the tree from the left, appearing before the throat of the middle youth who suddenly

about his demeanor was oppressive and aggressive. He seemed to finally embody the true style of a spearman. His strikes were no longer bland. Though they still carried a calculative air, it also came with it a certain liveliness that couldn't be denied, as though it

"MOVE!"

Leonel's voice boomed.

the young man Leonel targeted reached out with their weapons to protect the throat of their comrade. But, when their weapons struck the tip of Leonel's spear, they suddenly felt as though an overwhelming mountain had crashed down

of their blades careening against the throat of the companion they sought to protect and resulting in all three of them flying backwards as

the center of the barricade, his aura and movements becoming like

brandishing an ax of red-gold and the latter wielding a gorgeous blue saber. It was clear that this saber was given to Noah by Alienor, or

were both just as ruthless as Leonel, Aina never having been a person who shied away from blood and gore

was that the enemies they faced weren't canon fodder. In fact, they were unlike any enemy they had ever faced

had their heads forcefully lowered and all their pride and aspirations watered down in the last several months, but for those had survived to this point, their strength had bloomed to a level

to get through, a sneak attack he knew they would have to take advantage of or else they would quickly find themselves on the losing side of

materials to make a bow and he didn't have access to a bow he could use right now that wouldn't

that if he had had this bow, this battle would had ended even easier. In fact, in this fog, with