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.

those with Fawkes blood running through

of this, he didn't voice his

this situation by revealing his identity

still didn't know much about Leonel. For all he knew, Leonel was already aware of his identity and didn't even care

would lower his head to was his grandfather. As for anyone

taste

over three meters. Though he wasn't as the five meter height he reached

his

slashing winds circled around him, his blue blade

peak of the Four Seasons Realm." Noah said

simply stating a fact. But, just by his

a person who hardly spoke at all. Yet, he

product of someone else's understanding.

moment, the

him feeling somewhat stifled. To succeed in such a thing at

Seasons Realm seemed above the Second Tier comprehension, but below the self-comprehended Third Tier. This gave the illusion that

even though Noah hadn't reached Completion of the Four Seasons

relied

his icy blue blade carrying with it the

could even

of a harsh winter landscape enveloped the battlefield. The sun in the sky seemed to