Dimensional Descent

 Fault

Leonel exhaled a breath, steadying his heaving chest.

The last Bowman was truly something. His path was fascinating, and if Leonel was honest, he had never considered using the bow like this.

It was something that the bow was uniquely suited to. It was the controller of a battlefield, regardless of distance. If you manipulated the way you defined "distance" a bit, it was easy to incorporate Dimensions and their folds into it.

No matter the time or era, the most skilled archers always had the job of targeting the most high-value targets. They were meant to act to sever the lifeblood of an army, sucking them dry of the very foundation that upheld them.

To sever... to cut off the lifeblood...

This archer took this personally, placing the matter as their top priority and taking it to an extreme. They were certainly worthy of being one of the greatest talents of the bow to ever exist.

Leonel took a step and appeared in the final statue, only to find an old woman sitting with a bow across her lap.

He raised an eyebrow.

This was odd. The woman was wearing the same exact robes as the old man from earlier. Was that a coincidence?

Definitely not.

Until now, every one of the experts he came across were just wearing things they had during their lives. There was no rhyme or reason linking them at all except that old man and this old woman.

The old woman's eyes opened slowly and she unveiled an amiable smile. Though, deep in her eyes, there was a hint of surprise there.

Leonel thought that surprise was because he was the first to make it here in a while, but Old Bow felt. different. It wasn't because he had made it here; it was because he had already made it to Old Spear, and on top of that, he had even managed to do so with such incredible speed.

Leonel must have used barely a week? Whereas the spear corridor had taken up an entire three months of time.

And somehow, he looked even less injured than he was before. That meant that he was actually using the time to recover as though the Bowman couldn't provide him any sort of challenge at all. It was definitely a shocking matter.

"You aren't going to take my head?" Old Bow asked with a smile.

If Leonel was speculating before, after hearing these words, he was certain now. That old man and this old woman were definitely related.

It seemed that he was a bit too enraged before. Maybe they didn't place his father second, but rather had a default number one that couldn't be changed.

Then again, he knew himself. Even if he had known it at the time, he would probably still react the same way.

But judging by the woman's smile, it was unlikely that the old man he had "killed" before was truly dead.

None of those Old spirits had expected that Leonel would actually be such a master in two Weapon

Forces.

Leonel lowered his readied bow, looking at the old woman for a long while without saying anything, Old Bow chuckled, shaking her head. "I can see that you're holding up a lot on your shoulders, you're not in the mood for small talk. This old woman won't talk your ears off, then. I will only tell you what you need to know.

"We old folk are not against you. However, what you've stepped into this time is very complicated. The Regulator of this battlefield is also not under our control.

"I will give you the same opportunity that everyone who has reached this point has received. It is good for you anyway since it seems that your bow affinity is much greater than your spear affinity regardless.

"Had you accepted this challenge for your spear, if I am honest, I believe you would have likely died." Leonel raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, he wanted to go back, but it didn't seem like this woman would let him.

Old Bow chuckled, seemingly reading Leonel's mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense again. Pretend I said nothing about that. I'm sure you'd give us another surprise. But you do not need to worry. This is an experience you only need once!"

Old Bow raised an aged hand and pressed forward. There was a ripple in the air and Leonel's mind suddenly felt like it was trapped in a river of time.

"Hm?" Old Bow blinked in surprise. "I see..."

She was completely shocked.

The process required sending one's soul back through the stream of time, but Leonel's Dream Force had actually comprehended and broken into the stream of time on its own.

Others would be in a daze when this occurred, but Leonel was actually fully lucid. In the end, he didn't need to pass out like the others did. He could observe it all like he was watching a movie.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The reason you needed strong Weapon Force to do this was because only those with exceptional Weapon Force could pull themselves out of the illusion in the end. But it seemed that they had truly underestimated Leonel.

Even if he had no Weapon Forces to speak of at all, he would have been able to pull himself out. In fact, Leonel didn't need much time to read through everything.

Others would have needed to experience it piece by piece at a slow and steady pace. They might have even spent an entire year in meditation in order to experience the worth of a few decades. However, it all accelerated around Leonel to the point where in just the blink of an eye, he had seen everything he needed to see.

And yet, after pulling himself out on his own, he didn't move, standing in a bit of a daze for a long while.

Just what had he seen just now?

The end of Existence... was it the fault of the Human Race?