Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't do anything immediately. There was simply no point. If he rushed to save these people, then what?

That would only be a temporary solution. By the time he got back to these people, they might be caught again, or even killed for the insolence of daring to escape in the first place.

He simply scanned through the iron collars just a single time before continuing forward. With that glance, he understood their properties and what they were designed to do, not to mention the fact he understood how to take them off without harming those that wore them.

He didn't try to hide himself at all. The presence of a human walking, and so very clearly at that without a collar, was shocking to many.

Some humans-scouts that had been sent forward to get a lay of the land and report back with the treasures they found, mostly likely-tried to communicate to him with their eyes that it wasn't safe, clearly not daring to say anything outwardly, but it was all useless.

What was interesting was that some of these humans didn't recognize Leonel at all. This made Leonel wonder and think of something.

Could these humans not be from the Human Domain? Was that why they were chained?

This possibility made some of Leonel's coldness dissipate somewhat. It wasn't that he cared less about humans, not of the Human Domain, but it was rather that if these people had always been slaves, then it likely meant that the other races hadn't acted on the humans in his absence.

There was a possibility that such a thing would have happened regardless of Leonel's actions, but he would be a fool if he believed that it had absolutely nothing to do with his actions.

He had embarrassed the invading armies, and then his father had slaughtered their Emperors. As though that wasn't enough, he added insult to injury and massacred their people.

The first two were already enough for them to have a tidal wave of hatred for him, let alone the final of the three.

Leonel ignored the glances he received from the humans, crossing those hundreds of kilometers that remained step by step until he laid eyes on the Seeded Participant.

'It's him.'

raise his brows in shock, nor did he speak any

more so the Bow Domain Ring on his finger. He was the Heir of the Spiritual Clan that had

procession of warriors, covered by all sorts of races. There were Nomads, there were Rapax, there were the Dwarvens, and

But what he was thinking about

Where were the rest?

So, why were there only a few thousands scouts

possible that they had simply abandoned the rest to their own devices. After all,

As for why, it was twofold, only one of those reasons being that he had embarrassed a large number of them during the initial invasion of

didn't have

the Nomads looked toward Leonel with a searing hatred in his eyes. Prince Gregwyn wanted nothing more than to jump

people like they were puppets on a string, what could he do to them if

'Wait... Fifth Dimension?'

his heart beating out of his chest. Was this

Sixth Dimension, and he still slaughtered his Ancestors.

limit to the strength that he could display? If he could have always displayed that power, then why did he pretend to be so weak

had taken on a huge backlash for that power, which

thought, the fiercer

...

over everyone until his eyes landed on