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.

they had sent many of their elites

of violet and red, a dense violet bronze fog hung around him, his Runes shining

scorching heat. He embodied the Fire Domain

spun, countless calculations taking root as

his arms raising up as though he

out into numerous

sight was especially gorgeous. Leonel stood amid a tidal wave of Flames, his body sparkling with

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

by Little Tolly. Simultaneously, Leonel conjured the spells

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

Freedom!

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

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

began to form around him. They used the metallic base of the city's gates and fused the Flames of [Fire Spear] into its

the blink of an eye, there were dozens, then hundreds. They floated in the skies beneath Leonel's control, waiting

on being in my way...

the night sky, leaving

Leonel suddenly found themselves pierced through. The bolts were so swift that they hardly felt a thing before their innards were completely

the dealthy spears didn't pause, reaping more

the very foundations of the City quaked,