Dimensional Descent

Leonel stood easily 50 meters away from the Spiritual, his brows locked into a deep frown.

'Is this man a Spiritual, then? Or is he a human with an ability to target souls? I don't think I've ever heard of the latter, but I've never seen Aina's Ability Index in a compendium either. It's possible that this is a uniquely evolved ability, I have seen those before and they can't be documented.'

Though Leonel thought this, he was more inclined to believe that this man before him was a Spiritual. He looked simply too… Perfect. It reminded Leonel a lot of Wise Star Order's appearance.

Souls tended to be extremely pure and more beautiful than the bodies they came from, according to Wise Star Order, anyway. This was because souls could be idealized thanks to their more intangible forms. In addition, a body had to undergo certain abuses a soul never would.

For example, nutrition, injury, environment, all of these things could negatively affect the perfection of a body. The soul, though, was protected by its shell of flesh and thus avoided this.

Of course, if this man was a Spiritual, what Leonel was seeing right now wasn't a soul, but rather the body it had created for itself, a body which, likewise, wasn't subject to the same harsh realities of a human's body.

Like Wise Star Order had said, Spirituals formed their own bodies after their births. Being able to mold themselves in their own image like this would obviously give birth to the same sort of overdone perfection.

'Well, I guess my Aina is an exception.'

If others knew that Leonel had wasted a thought for such a clarification, who knew how they would react.

Now that Leonel had calmed, though, he noticed several things. Well, several things outside the fact he was even more tired now than before.

still in the Fifth as well, that attack just now would

that this man seemed to now be frowning a bit, almost as though he was

especially the golden apple. Leonel hadn't really thought about it before, but why was it here? Was there

his Internal Sight

'This…'

it in and sending it forward again, only for the result to be just the same. And

stepping forward, slowly. He closed the distance between himself and the young man. The rebuffing became more and more powerful, but every time it happened, Leonel seemed to get better at

it again…' Leonel thought silently to

Internal Sight sparring at

the very spot he had been in before when he explosively retreated and that was

through the air, appearing before his forehead in the blink of an eye. It was so

Almost.

head tilted to the side, but he was still a step too late. The harpoon threaded into the side

threatening than it had been before, but he could feel that

just a simulation, Leonel felt that if there was any place he could toe the line like this, it

be ripped out, his will flourished, his Dream

the harpoon had had on him weakened even further, snapping

moment, Leonel's partially awakened soul seemed to have perked