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!'

Leonel roared at the

didn't seem

his fingers to be severed. But, he knew that he couldn't allow such

higher Dimensional being, existence or object tended to scale accordingly. Leonel couldn't even focus enough to

him after he helped saved their little baby king was probably

'Come on!'

failed to envelop the rod

times, I

in the right headspace, Leonel would have given up on this endeavor after the first failure. The definition of insanity was repeating the same action over and over, knowing it

would never be able to envelop this rod with his current level of Internal Sight. He didn't know why, and he had

over to reveal the White Lion Bow once again. His thought process was simple. He hoped

have personalities of their own, then

to say and refused to allow him to use its Domain as well. It was clear that some weapons had their own sort of pulls and preferences, even if it wasn't as exaggerated as

what happened when Leonel brought the bow shocked

threw 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

bad news…? Well, it wasn't the bow doing the

'What the hell?!'

Would he really have to sever his hands?

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

should have known it wouldn't make it. Or, at the very least, it shouldn't have made its rod