Dimensional Descent

Leonel’s expression flickered. Having these wings seemed cool, but it made the over kilometer long diameter of the arena seem far too small. To make matters worse, because Leonel had become used to them being nothing more than an illusion, having them become a sudden tangible part of him left him feeling awkward and uncoordinated.

He realized then that he definitely should have spent the last few days going over the Luxnix family techniques that helped use these enormous pair of wings instead of getting lost in his game of chess with Wise Star Order. But, as they say, hindsight was 20/20.

The coldness in Leonel’s gaze returned. He had lost himself in having fun in this battle and he hadn’t been his usual self. The battles he had fought in the Dimensional Verse until now all felt like a struggle of life and death so he never wasted time playing around. He would drown his opponent out in calculations and cut the simplest path to victory every time. Often, he didn’t even have emotions or straying thoughts of his own, he was like an efficient machine, executing its orders.

At this point, feeling that he was very quickly running out of power ups to use, and simultaneously feeling that Myghell still had depths he had yet to expose, Leonel was tempted to revert to his usual battle style.

It was quite ironic just how perfect a reflection of Leonel that Myghell was. Though the latter didn’t have the former’s calculative abilities, most of Myghell’s battles usually ended just as easily. With what Myghell had comprehended from Leonel’s Innate Node, he had even been able to one shot the Patriarch of the Viola family.

Myghell hadn’t used any of these comprehensions against Leonel, much like Leonel hadn’t used his Ability Index much at all either. Of course, whether or not such comprehensions would be effective against Leonel was another matter entirely, but it was still the principle of the matter that truly counted.

Myghell felt he didn’t need to use Leonel’s talent to defeat him. He could do it on his own. From the very beginning, he was better.

The three pillars savagely fell, Leonel’s head tilting up and a smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t laced with madness nor was there a fiendish aura to it. All it carried was a childish excitement.

Leonel remembered well the first time he had experienced such a feeling. He was within Camelot’s Zone facing an army of Demons. For the first time, the weight of killing others wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. After all, what he faced weren’t humans, they were cold hearted monsters ready and willing to tear him limb from limb.

That was the moment that apprehension, anxiety and guilt gave way, becoming the emotions that he had always felt, that he had always wanted to feel…

A giddy excitement.

It was clear that he had already made his decision.

’I’m not just a Knight. I can be considered a Mage too. It seems I won’t be able to find out the limits of Combustion today…