Dimensional Descent

Lamorak's expression changed.

He didn't know what Soul Force was, it was a completely foreign concept to him. He had no idea that what Leonel called Soul Force was the very same Spirit Pressure he had known all his life.

This had been deliberate on Leonel's part. Without understanding what was going on, Lamorak only became more hesitant, allowing Leonel a few extra precious seconds. To the current Leonel, every single one of these moments mattered.

Still… it was just for a few seconds.

Lamorak wasn't a fool. He knew whatever was happening now would inevitably help Leonel even if he didn't know what Soul Force was. If he kept hesitating because of the unknown, the role of predator and prey might flip right before his eyes.

Ultimately, he was a veteran general of countless battles. The one thing he didn't lack was decisiveness.

Without hesitation, a fiery red and dense Force shot up around him like flickering flames.

He reached toward his back, pulling a massive, blunt and cylindrical mace from its holster before shooting toward Leonel.

He put his everything into this strike, not holding back in the slightest. He put so much power into his attack that the sturdy polearm of the mace bent into an elegant arc, whistling through the air with an opposingly grating sound.

BANG!

Lamorak was stunned.

brow didn't twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace

with a speechless expression. What just happened? Was Leonel

put into that strike. It was more powerful than any attack

on a casual strike of his. That alone had been enough

blasted into a cloud of gore after one of

all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't

also not wearing any

sighed a breath of relief. It

relax completely, he suddenly realized that the violent surge of Internal Strength was still spiraling. In fact, now that he wasn't panicking, he was stunned by just how much there was. It couldn't be that Leonel was trying to meditate? Wait,

cracked apart the walls of the castle. A spider web of shattered stone hung around him. But, those cold eyes were still there. His gaze

the Two Stars within his Ethereal Glabella to begin to slowly spin once more. It was so slow that it was difficult to tell that they were moving at all. At this pace, it would take

"You…"

with

charged toward the wall, raising his

the only reason he was staring down Lamorak wasn't in some act of overly confident display of force while he, himself was in a sorry

pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right

to do this even if Lamorak saw

was exactly how Lamorak saw it. Every time he put his everything into a strike, he would find Leonel's gaze looking back

BANG! BANG! BANG!