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.

wasn't in the Sixth Dimension at all, they were in the Fifth. Leonel had a feeling that if his soul was still in the Fifth as well, that attack just now would have most definitely killed him. The gap in skill was almost

be frowning a bit, almost as though he was surprised that Leonel

Leonel hadn't really thought about it

felt a subtle sort of connection between the man and it. But, almost as soon as he did, it was as though his Internal Sight had rammed into a steel wall, being rebuffed and knocked flying. Leonel almost subconsciously fell backward, only to realize it

'This…'

retrieved his Internal Sight, reining it in and sending it forward again, only for

forward, slowly. He closed the distance between himself and the young man. The rebuffing became more and more powerful,

Leonel

Internal Sight sparring at all.

and that was when

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

Almost.

head tilted to the side, but he was still a step too late. The harpoon threaded into the side of his forehead, snagging at a piece of his

against the sensation, feeling it pulling at him. The feeling was much less life threatening than it had been

was certain wouldn't have even the slightest effect. However, this was just a simulation, Leonel felt that if there was any place he could toe the line like this,

Leonel felt like his soul was truly about to be ripped out, his will flourished, his Dream Force pulling back and his

weak hold the harpoon had had on him weakened even further, snapping and

Leonel's partially awakened soul seemed to have perked up