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!'

ME!" Leonel roared

didn't seem

he knew that he couldn't allow such a thing to happen. Although it would make the pain go away, he wasn't

pain here was clearly originating from how much superior this 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

him sane was the thought that whichever bastard Rapax threw this thing at him after he helped saved their little baby king was probably lamenting their poor choice. If he ever met that guy, he would definitely use this same

'Come on!'

failed to envelop the rod

one too many times,

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

rod with his current level of Internal Sight. He didn't know why, and he had never run into such a problem before, but there was no denying it. He needed a

thought process was simple. He hoped that it would be able to suppress the rod enough to allow him

but he assumed that if weapons could eventually grow to have personalities of their own, then this wasn't too far fetched. This was especially so

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 that some weapons had their own sort of pulls and preferences, even

what happened when Leonel brought the bow shocked

was definitely kicking themselves, absolutely furious that they had lost such a

bad news…? Well, it wasn't

'What the hell?!'

Would he really have to sever his hands? This would… it would be a

have to restart his Designation from scratch, and that was only if he was lucky enough to regrow them or reattach them. He was beginning to feel that he was getting a raw

a Life Grade weapon like that?! A Seventh Dimensional being's ability to calculate should be beyond even Leonel's. It should have known it wouldn't make it. Or, at the very least, it shouldn't have made its rod divert at the last minute like it