Dimensional Descent

Leonel sighed.

"Alright. The exit is around the corner but there's nothing guarding it."

"And?" Aina asked.

She was smart enough to know that this was definitely not a good thing. Different species aside, the Rapax were clearly intelligent. They wouldn't make such a rudimentary mistake.

"There's nothing guarding it because they don't need to guard it, at least not this exit in particular. We're currently surrounded by three other identical entrances that lead to other hives identical to this one. In fact, we're in a field of nests right now and my Internal Sight doesn't spread far enough to tell if we're nearer the middle, an edge, or what direction we should go in."

The expressions of the three youths sunk when they heard this. They had thought that they were close to at least leaping over this first hurdle, but there was actually so much more to go? Who had set up this Selection? Did they want them all to die?!

"So you want to fly up and check which direction to go." Aina finished.

"There's no real other choice."

"Of course there's another choice. You could make an image probe to check for you. If that doesn't work, there's Blackstar. His stealth is much higher than any of our own. He could probably do it without risking being found out at all."

"An image probe would require materials and a Force Art that wouldn't be eroded by Anarchic Force, neither of which I have on hands right now. As for Blackstar, that is a more legitimate possibility, but I don't like it."

it comes down to you being

stealth that will help Little Blackstar hide

they might not

it's still

"You aren't explaining."

"It's hard to explain."

you want to go. For one, you don't want to put Blackstar in danger. And, secondly, you trust in your ability

his mouth to respond but suddenly found that he had nothing to

if it could even be called that. He seemed very curious about how this would end and even seemed amused about

into consideration. The first was what the situation was at face value, and the second

likely the second was to cause his analysis to veer off path, the more likely it

there was simply no one who could adapt to a change faster than he could. In fact, one of the only people to ever impress him with their adaptation ability—Emna Beiceran from Crimson Hall—was a woman he almost immediately invited to become one of his generals. To this

the two forces tugging at Leonel's mind. And, the truth was that even if Emna was here, he would

out variables as much as possible, even way back

closed his eyes and took a breath. When he opened

"Ready, little guy?"