Dimensional Descent

Flames shot into the skies, lighting up the darkening battlefield as though the sun was rising from the North today.

The battlefield seemed to pause, shock coloring the faces of everyone present.

Destroying the Gates of a city wasn't so simple. Let alone the materials needed to construct it, the Force Arts protecting it alone would be enough to give a headache to even the most powerful City Lords among the people of Terrain.

Even if that was ignored, the sudden appearance above the battlefield and the subsequent almost suicidal actions left everyone in a daze. However, they hadn't even been able to register all that happened before a roar shook the skies.

"GET THE HELL OUT HERE!"

Leonel's infuriated bellowing resonated in the ears of everyone.

It was only at that moment that everyone came to a subtle understanding. Leonel wasn't here to be a savior. Someone had pissed him off and that person happened to be within Hargrove City's walls.

It was only at that moment that whatever few guards of Hargrove City that remained finally reacted to the change.

The truth was that with their charge, the elites of the City were currently on the frontlines and no one had been paying attention to the skies. Even if they had been, Leonel's appearance was simply too sudden. Without the slightest sound, he had crashed down from the skies, obliterating their defenses as though they weren't there.

How could the flaws of Terrain's Force Arts escape Leonel's notice?

Warriors converged on Leonel from all sides, what remained of the archers that hadn't toppled from the walls aiming their bows toward him.

have, it was numbers. Though they had sent many

of violet and red, a dense violet bronze fog hung around him, his Runes shining so brightly as they marked his body that it was hard to look directly

land of scorching heat. He

countless calculations taking root as

when he finished, his arms raising up as though he was commanding the movements of

separating out into numerous droplets

amid a tidal wave of Flames, his body

movements commanded the obedience of the world, his rage seeping into the hearts of all those who laid eyes on him. In their minds, he

suddenly engulfed by Little Tolly. Simultaneously,

enlightenment Lionel had given him. But, if he had to summarize it, he would only need one

Freedom!

his mind, he had precision the likes of which even computers of the 25th Century could only dream of, but who said he only had to simulate reality? Why couldn't he dig into the recesses of his mind, tap into the fantasies of a man, and force creations that could shake the world into

a battlefield? Who said he couldn't fuse Light and Fire

converged onto Leonel's position, gorgeous javelins began to form around him. They used the metallic base of the city's gates and fused the Flames of [Fire Spear] into its foundations, strengthening the already powerful One Star Magus Art. Its blade resonated with a

then doubled again. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens, then hundreds. They floated in the skies beneath Leonel's control, waiting for his orchestral rhythm to reach its

insist on being in my way...

and light tore through the night sky, leaving streaks

swift that they hardly felt a thing before their innards were completely burnt to ash, shock coloring their faces even in

spears didn't pause, reaping more lives before suddenly erupting into a cacophony

foundations of the City quaked, taking