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.

twitch, his fingers didn't tremble, his cold eyes didn't waver even as the mace smashed into his body, sending him flying into the sturdy walls

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

just how much strength he had put into that strike. It was more powerful than any attack he had used against Leonel during their

take on a casual strike of his. That alone

even back then. After all, a normal person would have been blasted into a cloud of gore after one of his strikes,

that was all. Besides being somewhat stunned, it wasn't

wearing any armor. How could

of relief. It was finally

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?

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

was difficult to tell that they were moving at all. At this pace, it would

"You…"

flashed with a

raising his blunt mace and

move. In fact, the only reason he was staring down Lamorak

in pain as though he was made of iron. His only choice was to pause his circulation of [Dimensional Cleanse] right

do this even if Lamorak saw

he put his everything into a strike,

BANG! BANG! BANG!