Dimensional Descent

"Prince!" Jessica's countenance shifted.

She hadn't believed that the difference between Leonel and Noah would be so stark. But, by the time she was ready to make a move, Mordred had blocked her path.

"I already warned you what would happen if you continued down this path. He isn't a person that likes to kill, so don't force him to. It's better if you let him vent his rage. If you try to interfere, I can't guarantee that you'll come out in one piece."

Jessica almost couldn't believe the ridiculous nature of Mordred's words. Her cold expression cracked, giving way to a slight hint of rage.

"Let me through!"

Mordred waved her wand, causing several black tendrils of darkness to shoot up from the ground, obstructing the path of Jessica's beasts.

The aura around Leonel soared. The pillar of golden light enveloping him made it seem as though he was a chosen. His rage was the universe's rage. If he wanted to someone to suffer, they would. Nothing more, nothing less.

Noah stood from the ground, a deep frown coloring his face as he looked toward the fractures trailing up his arm. Normal skin wouldn't fracture like this, but he had changed the chemical structure of his own. Though it made it far harder, it also gained an added brittleness it didn't have before.

Usually, it would be impossible to reach the threshold necessary to crack his skin. Yet, Leonel had done it with a single casual punch.

Noah's jaw steeled, his saber raising into the air. He didn't think that he would run into someone so powerful here.

By now, he was more than 90% certain that this person was in fact Leonel. He didn't believe that there was anyone else on this moon who could have such strength and also be a member of The Empire.

the Royal Family had it, only those with Fawkes blood running through their veins

this, he didn't

of this situation by revealing his identity would be something beneath his

all he knew, Leonel was already aware of his identity and didn't even care about the fact

would lower his head to was his grandfather. As

taste

as the five meter height he reached when battling City Lord White, the density of

his true

him,

the peak of the

stating a fact. But,

in battle, he was a person who hardly spoke at all. Yet, he was actually

product of someone else's understanding. I'll show you the true Four

that moment, the

Leonel's Fist Force had been comprehended by himself. This reality left him feeling somewhat stifled. To succeed in such a thing at such a young age was far beyond anything

Four Seasons Realm seemed above the Second Tier comprehension, but below the self-comprehended Third Tier.

though Noah hadn't reached Completion of

had relied on

carrying with it the heart of winters'

stood amidst the harsh winds. He could even

enveloped the battlefield. The sun in the sky seemed to dim and the land beneath their feet seemed