Dimensional Descent

Leonel tore through the skies, treading through the air with two steps that sent him flying forward several hundred meters. Before anyone could react, he had already landed in the no man's land between the two armies.

Leonel had no idea what was going on around him. He could hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. He couldn't feel anything but the wild thumping of his heart. He couldn't see anything but the endless stream of enemies before him.

His mage robes were sheered apart under the pressure, revealing a toned torso pulsing with blinding bronze runes and radiating a beautiful violet color.

Leonel's palm flipped over, a spear appearing in it as he shot forward.

'[Rising Pillar].'

The earth beneath his feet trembled, shooting up at an angle beneath Leonel's feet. A swirl of surging Force surrounded Leonel as he formed the Magic Art, using pillar that manifested beneath him to fly forward at ever faster speeds.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the first line of monsters, demons and ghouls. Compared to the army, he seemed like an insignificant ant. Yet, even the Demons who didn't know fear or pain felt their chests being pressed down by an undying pressure.

BANG!

The earth before Leonel surged upward, forming a massive wedge that slammed into the front of the demon army.

Shattered bodies flew out from the point of impact like broken kites. Their desecrated corpses paved a bloody path for Leonel to step forward.

Leonel's piercing violet-red eyes shone forth like two impossible to stop beams. He became the only light in this bleak land, a halo of bronze-violet light hanging above his head.

"[Grand Gravity Warp]!"

Leonel feet sunk down by several inches. An invisible weight descended from the skies,

army, his spear leaving trailing snakes of

of Camelot's army finally reacted to what they

expression changed several

Are you seeing what

Leonel had. His job was to go to the places of the battlefield where he was needed. As a result, he

Mary was speechless watching Leonel. They all felt

seen many weird reactions to stepping on the battlefield for the first time. Some vomited, others cowered in fear, some couldn't stop the shaking of their

this was the first

years,

and doing as one pleased wasn't the

similar, they were different in one aspect: the

Lancelot had the strength to do so, would he? Was it worth

into the skies. The golden-silver lance that hung to his

an invisible line between

so eager. We won't lose out to

roar pierced through the veil above. The rumbling hooves of war horses and the sound of weapons clanging against armor shot

Camelot's army rose. As though trying to match Leonel's energy, it melded with

"CHARGE!"

forward. The front hooves of their steeds rose,

on with a curious gaze. He looked toward Leonel's back as

every sharp, perfectly formed

"Interesting…"