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.

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

of this, he didn't voice his conjectures. He

out of this situation by revealing

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

his head to

could taste

meter height he reached when battling City Lord White, the density of his bones, blood

was his true

sound of slashing winds circled around him, his blue blade

of the Four Seasons Realm."

Rather, he was simply stating a fact. But,

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

Force is powerful, it's only the product of someone else's

voice faded beneath the sound of howling winds. At that moment, the

stifled. To succeed in such a

quite right. Somehow, Leonel's Four Seasons Realm seemed above the Second Tier comprehension, but below the self-comprehended Third Tier. This gave the illusion that it was more powerful than it really

of the Four Seasons Realm and

had relied on

forward, his icy blue blade carrying with it

He could even feel his

The sun in the sky seemed to dim and the