Dimensional Descent

Leonel woke from another long sleep, his body still aching. In truth, he wanted to go back to bed again, but he didn't have the luxury.

This time, he didn't find Aina by his side. But, with a single sweep of his Internal Sight, he was able to spot her in the gardens of the Abode Setting, diligently swinging her sword.

Beads of sweat fell from her brow, following the slope of her cheeks and nose. For whatever reason, she had chosen to take off her mask at this moment. But, knowing her, Leonel didn't need to think very hard to come up with a few reasons.

Whether it be to help her training or to be a constant reminder, either one was a safe bet.

Leonel sighed but didn't say anything or interrupt her.

Wincing, he pushed himself up, finally turning his attention to the world outside. Since he had lost consciousness, he had no idea where he was. Honestly, he had just trusted Aina to put the Segmented Cube in a safe place and hadn't checked until now.

'So we're still here.'

Leonel nodded to himself. Staying near Dark Cloud Prison made sense.

In the final moments, in order to stop the escape of more prisoners, Escobar had ordered the sealing of the prison. So, currently, where there had once been a hexagonal prison, there was nothing but the flat ground that had swallowed it.

However, this wasn't a long term solution. The Prison needed to be repaired and the prisoners that remained needed to be properly quartered and dealt with.

Though they all wore

a feeling that the main goal of Terrain had been the prisoners. As for what they wanted them for, it was hard to tell if it was as

of strength, that was bred over decades of training. On the opposing side, though, Earth was able to produce combatants that could face them simply off the strength of their

the youths. There were still a number of old

such existences, wouldn't the Slayer Legion have long since won their rebellion?

None of this stopped him from feeling that

'Hm…?'

suddenly vanished from within

…

appearances, one would never guess that just a few days ago, Jessica was crying out

figure out if they should knock or just wait, Leonel

the best. His face was still a sickly pale color, a long shot from its usual healthy tan. On top of this, he wasn't the best put together at this moment. Not to mention the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt, he wore pajama bottoms that seemed as though they might slide off his hips

looked so sick, one would have thought he was preparing to model men's underwear rather than

be

comfortable. This whole wearing

athlete, Leonel spent the vast majority of his time in sweats. When he could get away with

of breathing room for the family jewels… Hm, speaking of which, I wonder how many kids Aina wants… I should ask her… On second thought, this isn't exactly the best environment to be birthing kids

forgotten that he, himself,

it would be hard to guess how they'd react. They came

Leonel scanned Jessica and Noah. He still didn't know how he felt about this cousin of his. But, he had