Dimensional Descent

The coordination between Leonel and Aina couldn't have been more perfect. In fact, it was so seamless that it was almost impossible to watch. Anyone who wasn't familiar with the two of them would think that any time now, Leonel's hand would slip or his calculations would be just a small measure off and he would end up causing irreparable harm to Aina who wasn't guarded against him in the slightest.

For the likes of Uvile, Silyn, and especially their Pavilion Head, this kind of sight was especially difficult to stomach. The idea of trusting a man so deeply was such a foreign concept to them that they short-circuited for a moment, trying to find a different explanation for what they were seeing. But no matter how many times they blinked, the images never stopped coming.

As time passed and awe set in, those who had thought Leonel to be a master of the spear didn't even know what to think any more. Spear? Wasn't this youth clearly a pinnacle expert with the bow? Why did he even waste his time picking up the spear in the first place?

His anticipation, the control of Bow Force, his effortless calculations, it made the elders who also used a bow freeze in their seats. Were they even as good as a youth who had yet to mature?

Even though they were used to fighting at speeds far beyond that of Leonel and Aina, even they wouldn't be so confident as to shoot their arrows so close to her body.

It was almost as though every frame of Aina's speed movements, if frozen, would look as though had been stuck onto a canvas and had her silhouette outlined by hundreds of arrows.

If she took a step forward, in the instant she widened her stances, dozens of arrows would curve between her legs and skewer the targets before her.

If raised her arms, dozens more arrows would sweep underneath, barely missing her toned arms and ample chest.

If she leaned her head back to dodge the blow of a demon that had overestimated itself, arrows would whiz by her slender exposed neck as though they could see glimpses of the future.

Even with Leonel firing at hundreds of arrows a minute, they could track every single one. Most of

battles had they fought together to reach this point? No, that wasn't even the most important question, how could one person trust another person to

a partner who would allow you to do so? Would said partner even be able to display their full strength without feeling hesitant and suffocated thinking that you were just one slip of the finger away from ending their life

they could safely extricate themselves. But Aina didn't look like she spared a single thought toward Leonel's actions at all. It was

it was impossible for you to never make even a single mistake, right? Wasn't this girl a little bit too foolish? Wouldn't it be a shame if a genius died in

to go down right this moment. But as the arrow count increased from hundreds, to thousands, to tens

signs of slowing down. In fact, he was getting faster. It was almost like he hadn't been fully used to his

all seen him buy the bow just now. In fact, that only made things more shocking because he hadn't even sent out a practice shot before he started firing toward Aina,

such a skilled archer not understand their Bow Force

progressed with such speed that for most of the time he had had it, it had surpassed his Dimension level. Just using it had placed a great strain on

nothing else could match, and now that

pale violet to a bright one as though

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!