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.

archer watched as Leonel's spear flew through a window, out a wall, and directly between his eyes. He hadn't even managed

who would attack a village of innocents like this ranked at the top of those he

state of the battle completely flipped. They dashed around the village like two specters, Aina manning the front and Leonel taking out

Zone seems mostly made up of normal humans.. This era

of retreat sounded just as Leonel and Aina burst out of the village's boundary of

ground under the hooves of swords and foot soldiers. With such conditions, the likelihood this village would survive through the winter

Leonel's jaw clenched.

and Leonel as though they were twin gods, none of them

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

and Aina, causing the village members to part like the sea. Except, this time, they weren't Englishmen but

Aina and Leonel from his

'Who are you?'

massive ax in Aina's hand.

can't speak French." Aina said,

entering a Zone that he forgot he could actually speak French. Finally, it

was the best way

are guardians sent

knight frowned. He wanted to refute, but there was only one reason the English would retreat. It had to be related

meet the Savior or not will be up to him.

seeing that there was just one horse. Plus, there was no way a horse would be capable of withstanding the

lead the

knight's eyes widened.

path is

into the belt Aina

of God aren't limited by such

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 they

received their

to be too tired. Leonel could have taken out his bike to make the process even easier on himself, but it didn't sit right with him letting Aina

of the encampment, Leonel's heart inadvertently

just

special about his father's concoctions than the latter had let on. In addition, this world

medicinal strength dad's brew had can be forced out

The only reason they were passable currently was due to the Tier 5 Black treasure on his feet

his body, he realized that the ticks up in his stats while he was fighting those A-grade Invalids had felt exactly like this. Why hadn't he realized there was

this incredibly slow approach… I'm sure

the scar his father mentioned. Could it be related to that? He didn't really understand, though. There weren't really any important organs or vitals in

finally made it to the encampment. He could immediately tell that Joan of Arc wouldn't be here. Encampments like this one held forward squads and battalions that placed pressure on the

a morale booster. The so-called 'Merlin' mentioned in the quest introduction was

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

was executed for cross dressing as

about learning the dialect itself, but also about

as the head knight contacted who he needed to.