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.

that Leonel managed to find a way to evade. Leonel hadn't moved a single inch. His brow didn't twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even

a speechless expression. What just happened? Was Leonel

how much strength he had put into that strike. It was more powerful than any

on a casual strike of his. That alone had been

normal person would have been blasted into a cloud of gore after one of his strikes, let alone

that was all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't enough for him to

wearing

breath of relief. It was

spiraling. In fact, now that he wasn't panicking, he was stunned by just how much there was.

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

more. It was so slow that it was difficult to

"You…"

flashed with a

raising his blunt mace

staring down

No matter how much he willed it, it was impossible to ignore a momentary spike in pain as though he was made of iron. His only choice was to pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right before Lamorak hit him.

to do this even if Lamorak saw it as

put his everything into a strike, he would find Leonel's gaze looking back at him

BANG! BANG! BANG!