Dimensional Descent

[Hey guys, I know I only just started the powerstone bonus chapter system, but I'll have to retract it for now. I've been having some pain in my left pinkie finger for a while now, so I've had no choice but to switch to an ergonomic keyboard. My typing speed will plummet so if I give too many , it will eat into my reserves too quickly x). I'll bring the system back once I'm back up to speed. So for now, I will only upload 1 chapter a day]

"Use this belt."

Aina, who had all sorts of belts and pockets strapped across her body, somehow managed to pull out another one.

Leonel accepted. Strapping things to the band of his sweatpants was really too inconvenient. He felt he was using more energy than he cared to admit making sure his things didn't fall out mid-battle.

He buckled it around his waist, strapping the three rods of his bike to it along with his atlatl. After that, he strapped the meter or so tall silver box that contained his darts to his opposite waist. If he was still a normal human, it would impede his movements too much to place it there. But the current him found it much more convenient.

To his surprise, the box actually shrunk. From only a couple inches from touching the ground, it shrunk to stop just above his knees. It also shortened its width, ending up with dimensions only about as thick as his thigh.

"It's an ability of the belt." Aina explained simply, leaving it at that.

Leonel nodded. He used the strap of the man who previously owned the spear to hold it to his back, then fitted the small round shield to his left arm.

Sensing that Leonel was ready, Aina took off, knowing that Leonel was following closely behind.

Leonel tacitly understood his role, this was why he put his spear away.

[Aina Brazinger]

[Strength: 0.99; Speed: 0.85; Agility: 0.80; Coordination: 0.95; Stamina: 0.95; Reactions: 0.97; Spirit: 0.06]

Aina's stats hadn't changed much since he last looked. She was fundamentally a front line fighter. In that case, it was his responsibility as the only one among them adept at long ranged attacks to cover her.

However, he was curious. Aina's Spirit was the highest he'd seen aside from his own. Even the Priest was only at 0.05. Maybe he was still underestimating her.

The two ran through the small village in a line, just ten meters apart, their speed far beyond that of normal humans.

Aina's ax was suddenly wrapped in a reddish-gold glow and floated from her back to her hand. She held it off to her side with two hands, sweeping out the moment she entered the range of an enemy.

Her ax was like a blur, hacking Englishmen apart with ease.

Blood and organs splattered through the air, but not a speck touched her as she flashed by, dodging them as though they hadn't dared approach her.

Leonel could only sigh as he watched her silently. He always knew there was something special about Aina. There were simple context clues everywhere. Something as simple as her tanned skin could tell him this.

Girls her age were obsessed with taking care of their skin. Some used tans for cosmetic reasons, but Aina's had always been a level beyond that, as though she spent her days toiling under the sun. Yet, she didn't appear any less elegant or noble, always appearing in a beautiful dress like a dainty goddess.

His infatuation had always been due to small tidbits of her hidden truth like that. He had originally thought that her 'abrupt change' would lessen his feelings for her. But, even as she slaughtered mindlessly, he felt that he had always subconsciously known this was hidden within her.

'Is this what I'm drawn to…?'

Leonel's gaze sharpened. With quick movements, he pulled a dart out from his side, hooking it into his atlatl and swinging his arm sidelong.

through a window, out a wall, and directly between his eyes. He hadn't even managed to climb to a proper vantage

village of innocents like this ranked at the top of those he would be willing to bloody his hands

They dashed around

this Zone seems mostly made up of normal humans.. This era should have gunpowder as well, but they probably won't appear

and Aina burst out of the

stood. But much of it was trampled to the ground under the hooves of swords and foot soldiers. With such conditions, the likelihood this village would survive

Leonel's jaw clenched.

as though they were

time, it came from within the village. No, more accurately, it should have been

soon found a group of armored men riding horses coming toward both he and Aina, causing the village members to part like the sea. Except,

from his

'Who are you?'

the massive ax in Aina's hand. It seemed this era

I can't speak French."

to understand anyone after entering a Zone that he forgot he could actually speak French. Finally, it

minute. What was the best

sent

to refute, but there was only one reason the English would retreat. It had to be

will take you to the General. Whether you can meet the Savior or not will be up to him. Bring them a

was no way

lead the way.

widened. Humans

the path

only shrugged, slotting his atlatl into the belt Aina

of God aren't limited

the knights trembled, each of them swallowing hard. Their encampment was 50 kilometers away. It would take a human a day to cover such a distance. A good runner would take about three to four hours. But, a horse could do it in less than two. If

received

Leonel could

could see the large tents of the encampment, Leonel's heart inadvertently thumped as something clicked in his

stamina just

father's concoctions than the

brew had can be forced out quicker if I'm doing an activity conducive

The only reason they were

was fighting those A-grade Invalids had felt exactly like this. Why hadn't he realized there was a hidden

wonder why dad decided on this incredibly slow approach… I'm sure he

the scar his father mentioned. Could it be related to that? He didn't really understand,

they finally made it to the encampment. He could immediately tell that Joan of Arc wouldn't be here. Encampments

history, Joan wasn't a fighter, she was rather a morale booster. The so-called 'Merlin' mentioned in the quest introduction was the man who prophesied

was all to say that Joan wouldn't be in such a small army. She would be with a larger

dressing as a

about learning the dialect itself, but also about learning in the language. Leonel had thus learned many things about French history in these past few

knight contacted who he needed to. Not long later, the two were being ushered into the largest