Dimensional Descent

'Son of a bitch!'

Leonel had never experienced so much pain in his life. He had had almost all the bones in his body broken before, suffered Runes being etched directly onto his bone, he had even almost been cut in half just hours ago.

But somehow this was worse than all of it.

The group had managed to complete the teleportation thanks to the fact that this black rod hadn't fallen onto the ground until just a split moment after they teleported. As a result of this, the rod managed to enter the range of the teleportation and was taken along, thus ending in the current situation.

Beads of sweat fell from Leonel's brow.

'Come on, come on, come on…'

Leonel could vaguely feel that Aina was trying to help him, but this rod was way too heavy, it was denser than anything Leonel had ever felt before. Despite being only a small bit longer than a usual polearm, its weight was unfathomable, it was to the point Leonel was more so shocked that his hand hadn't been directly severed instead.

For the first time, he lamented his sturdy skin. That result would have most definitely hurt less than this.

The only way out of this situation was to send this rod into a snowglobe. But the problem was that in order to accomplish this, he had to envelop it with his Internal Sight.

However, not only was this rod seemingly resisting his Internal Sight, it was hard to focus at all with this much pain racking his body.

'Fuck!'

TO ME!" Leonel roared at the

didn't seem to

to be severed. But, he knew that he couldn't allow such a thing to happen. Although

rod was in comparison to him. An injury from a higher Dimensional being, existence or object tended to scale accordingly. Leonel couldn't even focus enough to see what level this rod was at, but he knew that it was at least well into the

whichever bastard Rapax threw this thing at him after he helped saved their little baby king was probably lamenting

'Come on!'

to envelop the rod

one too many times, I need to try something

was in the right headspace, Leonel would have given up on this endeavor after the first failure.

current level of Internal Sight. He didn't know why, and he had never run

the White Lion Bow once again. His thought process was simple. He hoped that it would be able

that if weapons could eventually grow to have personalities of their own, then this wasn't too far fetched. This was especially so since he could subconsciously feel that this rod was fighting back against

was similar to his Duality Spear when he first claimed it. It hadn't wanted to listen to anything he wanted to say and refused to allow him to use its Domain as well. It was clear

happened when Leonel

this weapon was definitely kicking themselves, absolutely furious that they had lost such a weapon. In addition to that, it seemed that Leonel was right, weapons could suppress

news…? Well, it wasn't

'What the hell?!'

what to do at this point. Would he really have to sever his hands? This

restart his Designation from scratch, and that was only if he was lucky enough to regrow them

to calculate should be beyond even Leonel's. It should have known it wouldn't make it. Or, at the very least, it