‘What’s wrong, master?’ As soon as Lennox noticed the steadiness that Vandread maintained while concentrating solely on the paused clip that was displayed on the holographic screen that faced him, he immediately questioned him about it. He then addressed Lennox, telling him to "try to zoom the image from the direction behind my back." ‘Yes, master.’ When Lennox was given instructions, he immediately followed them and zoomed the figure in front of Vandread. It was a vague image, but Lennox used his clarity features to further identify it. As a result, the hazy figure transformed into a clear image of a recognizable person at that precise moment. The sudden silence that Vandread sensed emanating from Lennox caused him to become perplexed. “What’s the matter, Lennox?” He asked. Vandread pondered who on Earth could be the person depicted by the image of a man in a gray suit of armor. But the thing that baffled him the most was trying to figure out what the intruder could possibl

“Hold on a second! Are you saying that I would have to leave my sword behind and find the dimensional sentinel within your core?”Vandread answered Lennox with a look of surprise mixed with a sense of displeasure. He was unaware of the power of the dimensional sentinel and that, as Lennox stated, his spirit energy had not yet fully recovered for him to participate in any combat. Vandread was well aware that he was at a complete disadvantage without his nemesis. ‘I’m afraid that is how it should be the case for you, Master, well, unless there is another option that you can think of?’At that point, Vandread understood that Lennox was correct. As of the moment, there was no other option but to have the nemesis stay behind the dimensional path in his stead, as that would keep the dimensional wall from colliding while Vandread traveled back inside Lennox’s core. “Fine. All I just have to do is find the dimensional sentinel and return him here, to where he belongs. Isn’t that right?”‘

 What the dimensional sentinel did, however, was the last straw that broke the camel’s back as Vandread launched his onslaught after he swiftly picked up the sword from the ground. It seemed as though the dimensional sentinel had desired this strategy from the very beginning, as he appeared to take pleasure in the way that he avoided Vandread's attack. "I have always believed that the new hero of Dizencia who would come after me would be more powerful than I am, but I suppose that I was wrong," the old hero said. "It appears that I was wrong." The sentinel then said in a voice that contained an undercurrent of malice as he pointed his sword in the direction of Vandread. While this was going on, Vandread, who was standing at the opposite end of the room, drew his sword to his side with his left hand clenched firmly

"How was it that I knew? I already told you the answer to that.” Vandread answered. When Vandread told him about it, the sentinel's muddled state of mind caused him to work up the energy to think about it. However, much to his dismay, he was unable to recall the exact moment when Vandread had told him about it.  The Sentinel then clenched his fist, showing his anger at the fact that he was rendered incapable of even standing as a result of Vandread's success in locating his weak points. And the result of Vandread's attack on him was that he became crippled because he was unable to get up on his feet. The sentinel eventually responded, "I don't remember that you said anything about it."  “Fuh. I

“You got it all planned out, you say? Is that really so?” As Vandread processed the sentinel's most recent comments, he found that he was suddenly unable to contain his laughter, and it erupted from his mouth without him being able to stop it. It reverberated throughout the entirety of the core that it was gradually becoming absurd. Even at first glance, Vandread could tell that the sentinel didn't care how he responded. After that, it became the reason for Vandread to stop his irrelevant laughter when he finally decided to speak to the sentinel once more. “You must be losing it. That’s fine. Things of this nature frequently occur in the lives of the fallen ones. They held onto all of their trump cards until the very end of the game in an attempt to win. Even if it means they have to put their own dignity on the line in order to preserve their damn pride." Vandread said. And yet, the sentinel just smirked at Vandread’s statement. The sentinel then answered, “It wasn’t about pride a