Dimensional Descent

"For a freshman brat, you sure have a lot of guts." Nigmir's voice seemed to be everywhere, being carried by the wind to all corners. If Leonel didn't know better, he would have thought that he had cloned himself. "Since someone has yet to teach you your place, let it be me."

Nigmir's four meter long lance trembled, a tempest of wind kicking up and concentrating around its shaft. In one moment, it looked no different from an enormous lance. In the next, it had become a drill bit, tearing through the skies with a momentum that would send a cold shiver down anyone's spine.

Nigmir's arm flexed.

In that instant, a cone of rotating wind shot through the skies. It was impossibly fast, crossing a distance of a hundred meters in what felt like a blink.

Leonel's gaze narrowed, a deep black Force flickering around him.

His body vanished, reappearing just a meter to the side.

The cone of wind shot by, causing the merchants below to scatter.

It tore through the ground, burrowing through the earth. The Force was so concentrated and controlled that not a single crack appeared outside the hole. However, even with that being the case, the cone shot through at leas ten meters of ground, and might have had no intention of stopping had it not been for Nigmir's Force running out.

Leonel expression looked at his arm. Numerous shallow cuts had torn into his skin, some of which even drew blood.

His gaze shifted back to the hold in the ground, flashing with a hint of something unknown.

Even though it was nowhere near the most powerful Fifth Dimensional worlds there was, it still had a very sturdy construction. Any attack that could effect change

him, and even then, it required much more effort than it had on any Fourth Dimensional world he had ever been on, especially since he wasn't

Nigmir to be able to display such

his attacks became

through the air, screaming with an ear grating

widened.

you all still doing here?!"

versed in the art of self protection. And, those that didn't, had most definitely heavily invested in protection from

elite merchants wouldn't be trading with what effectively amounted to college kids. Or, more

Leonel seemed to have had a sense of propriety in his actions outside of what he had done with his gravity field, but Nigmir didn't seem to

any direction, but with his calculative abilities, he was able to make use of this single meter as

to care in the slightest, a

to only grow more and more volatile. With each spiraling cone of death, the situation only grew

tempest was being kicked up. If a normal human had been

even keeping one's eyes open became an impossible

Paradise." Nigmir's voice covered

madman is using a Style on

mouth. If using a Style on a freshman was shameless, then what could this