Dimensional Descent

James unleashed a concussive barrage, his violent assault practically leaving craters all across Elorin's body. All of the Force in the domain was absorbed by him, fueling his power to the point that he seemed beyond superhuman, nothing Elorin did seemed to be good enough.

Noah, who stood a distance away, breathing hard, could hardly mask the complicated look in his eyes. It felt as though he was watching another Leonel crush him in all aspects he held dear.

It was just Leonel, or even now James. He also had to experience Myghell surpassing him in all aspects as well. Though he didn't know where Myghell was now, and he had done nothing but work hard all these years, he still knew deep inside that he had yet to catch up to him either.

No matter how Noah racked his brain, he couldn't understand what the difference was.

Was his will not great enough? But how much had he been willing to sacrifice for Earth? How much of his life had he dedicated to causes that were anything but selfish?

It just felt frustrating.

He should have felt happy that Earth seemed to have been saved, but instead he felt inferior.

Jessica looked toward Noah's side profile and sighed herself. She wanted to comfort him, but she had tried many times before. This simply wasn't something that an outside force could help with.

*k Leonel's eyes flashed open, a strong vitality rippling out from him. With just a single breath, he felt as though he had been revitalized.

leaves rustled wildly and the earth quaked, a cyclone of wind spiraling

of his barrier, a smiling youth with bronzed skin stood. It seemed that this youth had been watching him sleep all

didn't know was that even with his Ability Index sealed, Leonel's emotional intelligence was still off

released the hold on his

it was aggravating in an almost too

time would be a human, quite fascinating. Color me surprised, I guess there

find a creep who likes watching

remaining so there really was no point

its holster, the white fur that coated his body fluttering in the wind. He took a casual glance toward the spear

say, this is a bit unfortunate. This battle won't be very fair. If it was in the outside world, we could battle our heart's content. It's a shame, I was looking

his last bit of fatigue as his body slowly woke all the way up. His cells thrummed, his heart pounded and his blood gushed. He felt light on his feet and his spear truly felt

standout feature for you all. Tell you what, I doubt your recovery abilities are anywhere near as annoying as

suddenly not knowing what to say. If Leonel was going to say something like, should he have chosen a lower number? Also, what did "free shot" mean, shouldn't he have said that he would willingly give up?

that Leonel was dead serious. Edrym didn't stand a chance against