Dimensional Descent

Leonel turned back. His heart couldn't calm, but its beating had slowed somewhat. That roadblock ahead was as tall and thick as it was before. In fact, the more he observed the battle above him, the more he felt that he was still underestimating things.

The Scholars' eyes narrowed, the apprehension in their hearts increasing. They had no idea how this had happened. How could they just disappear right before their eyes? If there had been some sort of spatial tunnel formed, then they would have been able to take action to cut them off. But how could you move someone such a large distance without Spatial Force?

More oddly, who would have the willingness to save Aina and Alienor, but not Leonel? What sense did that make?

Anya's gaze flickered, seemingly thinking of something. But she didn't say anything about it, it was Lionel instead who seemed to have lost his mind. He roared out, his expression warping. Not only had his mother ignored him, but she had disappeared not long after. He had finally seen her after so long, and yet this was what had happened.

His Dream Force peeled off into countless layers, twisting and warping the space around him. It was truly the stuff of nightmares.

Werebeasts, monsters, twisting distortions of fear and animosity, all bundled up into a single, towering tapestry of twisting dreams.

Anya frowned slightly, her lips parting as though she was preparing to say something. But it was actually Leonel who spoke this time first.

"SHUT UP!"

Leonel's roar echoed like a clap of thunder. All at once, Lionel's Dream Force seemed to have been forced back into a bottle.

In a flash, Leonel had appeared before him, his fingers shooting out like a spear and ripping Lionel's throat through.

Leonel's wrist flickered and his hand wiped off to the side, the motion causing a disk of crimson blood to erupt from Lionel's throat, separating his head and neck.

brows jumped. Their strongest Savant had

lit with fury. Lionel's

at that

was ripped out from

"ASSIMILATE."

a chance to show its loyalty. In fact, he wasn't the only one that was too slow. An odd

what it was. It was that odd force that had appeared after he captured Monkey, the very one that

and Leonel's hair fluttered into the air. He grasped at

tapped the ground and she glided backward, out of reach of Leonel's influence, or so she thought. She looked down and her expression changed, why was she

returned the favor I owe you. Right now, I think that you should just die," Leonel

before him. There was still quite some distance separating himself and Anya, and yet her

face was surprisingly calm given the situation. She just hadn't expected this change to be so sudden and for her life to be in danger so swiftly. But since she had dared to take control of Lionel, why would she be

and a ring on her finger trembled before Leonel's hand could squeeze. At

in an instant and all the Dream Force that had been

body was enveloped by a pure white light

It was

with two fingers. A strong pulse of Bow Force took shape. Her expression changed, but it was much too

blood splattering toward Anya who had been by his side. A white light shielded Anya from being spoiled, but the Savant was deader than

Dream Force of a Savant was directly suppressed. Then,

When he first met Savants, they were existences that he found hard to fathom. But now, he had long since come to know that they were just as fragile as everyone else, if not more so. If not, why were they strategic resources that powerful families could take control of? If they were so invincible, wouldn't they have a rising power of their own that could exist outside of the shadows? What right did a mere Savant have to suppress

waved a hand.