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.

also the matter of the already escaped prisoners. Though they all wore wrist watches, without technology, it

they wanted them for, it was

amount 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

for Terrain, this only mentioned the youths. There were still a number of old monsters like Old Hutch who not only had

The Empire. But, if The Empire didn't have such existences, wouldn't the Slayer Legion

this stopped him

'Hm…?'

from within the

…

one would never guess that just a few days ago, Jessica was crying out to save Noah's life. Let

they could figure out if they should knock or just wait,

a sickly pale color, a long shot from its usual healthy tan. On top of this, he wasn't the best put together

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

couldn't be bothered to

This whole wearing robes stuff is not for

the vast majority of his time in sweats. When he

speaking of which, I wonder how many kids Aina wants… I should ask her… On second thought, this isn't exactly the best

that he, himself, was

to guess how they'd react. They came with such serious expressions, yet Leonel was thinking

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