Dimensional Descent

Leonel's spear became swifter. The clearer his mind became, the sharper his ability shone through. A calculative mind didn't need to rely on emotion.

Maybe it was ironic that an inherently emotional man like Leonel had suddenly become the exact opposite. But it was an irony that Leonel wasn't thinking about.

[Call of the Wind], a technique meant for throwing, subconsciously molded itself into his spear. His mind could see through how it worked, forming dozens of calculations a second, he changed its foundation, adding a power previously impossible to his strikes.

It was only now that Leonel finally made use of his powerful spirit. To now, he had only foolishly only used it to power his Internal Sight. Even when he activated his Force, he had focused it into his mind, vastly improving his coordination and reactions.

But now, a pale light coated his spear. It didn't extend his blade to near the extent Aina's ax spirit had, probably because it was being wielded through a crudely formed technique Leonel was still adjusting even to this very moment. But its power was undeniable.

Leonel burst through the last line of Englishmen, his flexible armor and sweats matted in blood that wasn't his own.

"Aina!"

Having burst through only one side of the encirclement, Aina still had enemies closing in from at least three sides.

However, all Leonel received in return was a blazing ax.

He had never paid much attention to Aina's ax before. Maybe it was typical teenage boy selective sight. But, seeing it up close, it could only be described as a beautiful weapon.

a meter and a half long, with a thickness so robust Aina's small hands couldn't wrap all the way around

Veins of gold and silver coursed through it, pulsing with a ruby light almost as

small bit longer in diameter from one blade to the other. The heads themselves glistened with a beautiful silver that was now covered in blood. But, their blade edges were an even deeper shade of

weapon. But it was maybe less so when it was coming for

it was still over 1.00, far more than his own.

it was clear that she was compromised. Her attack speed

the ax soared over his head, Leonel popped back up, using the flat of his spear's blade to

took more resolve to do this than he thought it would. The idea of harming her small frame made him sick. But he had

her ax faltered in her hands. He expanded his

"… Le…"

struggle lit in her eyes as though

His chest was completely opened to her after he wrapped around her left with his shield. She didn't need her ax at all. Just a palm to his chest would kill him with her level

"… I'm sorry…"

fatigue, her cheek falling to

eyes flickered. He could feel the searing heat of her

"Stop him!"