Leonel and Karolus still stood facing one another, a light smile on their faces. It felt as though the torrential rain couldn't stop them, nor did it seem to touch even the hem of their clothing. A seemingly delicate barrier surrounded the both of them. Leonel's looked like a halo of golden light while Karolus' looked like arcs of greyish black lightning which were, in truth, just the shattered glass of space.
For now, all the fish that had come were barely B-grade within the Fourth Dimension, and that was only if the blue whale was part of the equation. As for the carnivorous fish, they were D-grade at best.
To the current Leonel, and apparently to Karolus as well, even an SSS-grade existence within the Fourth Dimension would be child's play. So it was no wonder they had yet to move just yet.
