Dimensional Descent

 Who is Guiding?

It didn't take Leonel more than half a day to change the situation of the factory. As for teaching the Crafters? Guiding them? He had no patience for such a thing.

He vanished from General Green's surveillance and the man didn't even notice until an entire half an hour later.

By the time he was put on high alert, Leonel was nowhere to be found.

…

Leonel rushed across the endless black sea, his gaze flashing. He had already forgotten about the matters earlier in the day; he was entirely focused on scouting out the region.

"How is it, Anastasia?"

"It's taking more time than usual."

Leonel nodded. This only made sense. Not only was this the God Realm, but it was also a region thick with Anarchic Force. That didn't even mention what sort of protections his enemies might have against this sort of thing.

He had asked Anastasia to map out the entire region for him to see what would happen. He didn't care about Anastasia's actions being hidden at all. They were in the middle of war, first off. And second, even if they weren't, Leonel didn't fear anyone right now. If he ran into someone he couldn't defeat, he would just throw out his handy dandy trump card.

He'd beat the living shit out of his enemies and get a free comedy show at the same time. What was there to hesitate about?

However, Nilrem alone obviously couldn't win this battle. In fact, after the first time, Nilrem had already warned him that he would likely bring him more trouble than help.

Nilrem had been around the God Realm, breaking all sorts of rules, for centuries already. His number of enemies wasn't just great, but they were all extremely powerful. Anyone who still dared to call him an enemy these days either had a great background or was their own great background. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Of course… Leonel didn't give a damn about all of this.

He might not be as powerful as Nilrem so they likely wouldn't take him as seriously, and many of them probably thought he was a useless cripple now, but he definitely had more enemies than Nilrem, not less.

That said, he would still have to be semi-cautious nonetheless. He couldn't paint Nilrem into a corner because part of the reason he was able to survive so long wasn't just his power, but also the fact he was hard to find.

Using Nilrem would have to wait for situations where the enemy was certain to die and was likewise unable to send back any information.

As for now… he just wanted a clearer understanding of the battlefield so he knew what he could take advantage of and where the rats scurrying in the darkness were hidden.

'Hm?'

Leonel came to a stop, his eyes narrowing. He sensed a familiar aura.

His gaze seemed to pierce across a long distance until he locked eyes with a little adorable beauty.

Little Nana.

She was locked in battle, holding a large, transparent blue shield in one hand and a sword in the other. She didn't seem to be particularly proficient with either, but Leonel was also using his own standards to judge her.

By now, his spear mastery had reached an unprecedented level. There were probably very few, if any, who could match him in raw skill alone.

'No, it's not just my standards. It looks like after I helped her get the Adurna family's shield, she forced herself to pick up weapons when she never had before. Her Sword Force is only barely in the Impetus State…'

If he recalled correctly, Nana actually had a very powerful Ability Index. He had met her around the same time he met Monet. Back then, she had really been a little girl, not just a grown woman with the features of a teenager. How she had managed to maintain so much of that childish innocence was beyond Leonel, especially after she had experienced so much.

She had a Bind Ability Index, but it was more complex than that. It was like a soul attack of sorts, and also like the Edict of the Fawkes…

Before, she had used a much more fluid battle style. But now it was rigid and lacked the same flare and ingenuity. This was only natural for someone who had changed their path so later in life.

'Who said a shield had to be worn on the arm? She's trying to turn herself into a close combat expert when it's not needed… who the hell is guiding her?'

Someone had to be responsible for bringing Nana to the battlefield back then, and someone also had to be responsible for the current state of things.

Leonel shook his head and stamped a foot down on the ground.

BANG!

The water rose up in waves and he rocketed forward. At that moment, his brothers also appeared around him.

"What's this? Battle? War?"

"Are you trying to sound poetic, James? You're doing a terrible job."

"It's called observing my surroundings. It says more about you than it does me that you thought I was trying to be poetic."

"Class A gaslighting. Ten out of ten."

"Fuck you, Raj."

Leonel grinned, a spear appearing in his hands.

"We're not letting a single one of those fuckers off." Leonel spoke, his voice booming. He locked eyes with the blue-haired Adurna in the distance and an almost draconic light flickered in his eyes.

"Not a single one!"

"KILL!"

A small group suddenly appeared on the battlefield unexpectedly, but the moment they collided, the world overturned.

"A GOD!"

"RUN! THE SITUATION HAS CHANGED!"

Leonel's spear flickered and danced, ripping through the defensive Lineage Factor of the Adurna as though it wasn't there at all.

A single spear, a single death.

He didn't even use any energy outside of his physical stamina. The world's Spear Force gathered all on its own, resonating with the hum of his blade.

Everywhere he passed, death came in droves.

But it wasn't enough.

'Faster. Faster. All of you deserve death.'

A violent glow lit in his gaze.