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.

hadn't moved a single inch. His brow didn't twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace smashed into his body, sending him

on with a speechless expression. What just happened? Was Leonel

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

a casual strike of his. That alone

blasted into a cloud of gore after

being somewhat stunned, it wasn't enough

not wearing

a breath of relief.

he was stunned by just how much there

those cold eyes were still there. His gaze never left Lamorak. They didn't flicker with pain or anguish. They remained completely emotionless

Stars within his Ethereal Glabella to begin to slowly spin once more. It was so slow that it was difficult to tell

"You…"

gaze flashed with

raising his blunt mace and smashing

to block or take any measures to move. In fact, the only reason he was staring down Lamorak wasn't in some act of overly confident display of

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

this even if Lamorak saw it as a

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!