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.

it, only those with Fawkes

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

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

willing to do such a debasing thing, Noah still didn't know much about Leonel. For all he knew, Leonel was already aware of his identity and didn't even care about the fact they were

person Noah would lower his head to

taste

Though he wasn't as the five meter height he reached when battling City Lord White, the density of his bones, blood and

his true strongest

of slashing winds circled around him, his blue blade radiating with

the Four Seasons

not asking a question. Rather, he was simply stating a fact. But,

wasn't a person who spoke in battle, he was a person who hardly spoke at all. Yet, he was actually

your Fist Force is powerful, it's only the product of someone else's understanding. I'll show you

that moment, the

been comprehended by himself. This reality left him feeling somewhat stifled. To succeed in such a thing at such a

after Noah's fist came into contact with Leonel's that he knew that this wasn't quite right. Somehow, Leonel's Four Seasons Realm seemed above the

Completion of the Four

relied on

shot forward, his icy blue blade carrying

amidst the harsh winds. He could even feel his

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