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.

Though they had sent many of their elites forward, how could their cities

fluctuations 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 at

moment, Leonel's surroundings became a land of scorching heat. He embodied the Fire Domain Style, the temperature

mind spun, countless calculations taking root as he simulated just

when he finished, his arms raising up as

out into numerous droplets

amid a tidal wave of Flames,

the obedience of the world, his rage seeping into the hearts of all those who laid eyes

engulfed by Little Tolly. Simultaneously, Leonel conjured the spells for [Sword Light] and [Fire

words the sort of enlightenment Lionel had given him. But, if he had

Freedom!

had to simulate reality? Why couldn't he dig into the recesses of his mind, tap into the fantasies of a man,

battlefield? Who said he couldn't fuse Light and Fire Elemental Spell Arts into

the city's gates and fused the Flames of [Fire Spear] into its

them. In the next, the number doubled, 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

on being in my way...

fire and light tore through the night sky,

swift that they hardly felt a thing

the dealthy spears didn't pause, reaping more lives before suddenly

that the very foundations of