Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't respond to the envoy's words. He simply stood there silently, his expression not giving way to any emotion. It was as though he didn't even notice that there was someone before him.

At this moment, they were in the dead of winter. Heavy snow fell all around, coating the ground, the trees, and sprinkling through the air as though to coat the whole world in white.

Still, the cold didn't seem to bother either of the two men as they faced off in an endless snowy plain. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to seek reprieve, nowhere to run…

It was then that both men suddenly moved.

Leonel's palm flipped over, revealing a four meter long, flexible spear. Aside from his Quasi Silver spear, this one was quickly becoming on of his favorites. The range of flexibility and freedom it gave him made his battle style reach an impossible level of fluidity.

At the same moment, the envoy didn't bother to stay on his horse. He had read all the reports about Leonel. This was a man who never rode a horse, yet had felled more Titled Knights than anyone else in history. If there was anyone confident in battling a man and a steed together, it was Leonel.

In that case, why allow him the chance to do what he was familiar with?

His palm flipped over to reveal an outrageous, monstrosity of a saber.

Its blade was an obscene three meters long alone. It had a width of almost two feet and a curve that almost made it look like a scythe as opposed to a saber. Yet, it had a thickness as thin as two or three strands of hair.

When the saber was swung, it felt like the wind itself was being split in two. If swung at the perfect angle, the blade was so thin that it was almost impossible to spot. And, whether by coincidence or not, this envoy seemed capable of finding this perfect angle with ease.

A streak of gold and one of black tore through the snowy plain, their clash causing a whirlwind of violent explosions to swirl around them.

Despite the size of their weapons, the two men seemed to exchange hundreds of blows in a single breath. And, as though that wasn't enough, their speed only seemed to get faster and faster.

Gold lights enveloped Leonel's body, massive white gold wings spanning ten meters two his left and right blooming from his back.

Ancient patterns of gold began to outline each individual feather. It felt that with each passing moment, the pair became less illusory and more corporeal as though Leonel was birthing true wings from nothing more than light.

One would have thought that Light Elemental Force would be difficult to gather in the depths of the night like this, yet Leonel seemed completely unaffected.

These two years, just because he had been stuck here, didn't mean that he was stagnant.

flap, he retreated more than a hundred meters in a

white rose up more than 10 meters and was at least 20 across. Yet,

as bronze runes surged over his body. The robes he wore shattered beneath the surge of

Under the night sky, he looked

of stone that Leonel had lifted from the ground shattered into tens of pieces, rising into the air to form several stones of over a meter in diameter

"[Armageddon]."

instant, the stones erupted

tens of miniature suns had appeared, they raged with a fiery light, their surfaces beginning to melt in a near

of attack was this? Something

a peak yet. He couldn't understand why Leonel had dared to come to fight him like this in the

envoy roared, raising his saber

him, forming

suddenly exploded, the expanse of snow being washed away

fluttered in the raging wind, his eyes trained on the meteors descending toward

"HA!"

stomped

In one moment, there was nothing. But, in the immediate next, sparkling spikes of black shot out from the

could faintly tell that they

remained solid at the same time. Each of these little particles radiated out with a faint black

was as though the envoy was controlling iron

heard Leonel's thoughts, he would have been shocked. Just a short observation, yet he was already so close

Leonel wasn't shaken. To use a Force on this level at this envoy's strength was akin to painting oneself into a corner. There was a reason Leonel

was truly gasping for breath. He hadn't thought that he would be forced to use such an ability, but Leonel's combination attack had strength beyond

from the ground so casually. Of

the envoy was

been formed, manipulating them was much

his body constricted as Leonel's wings

appeared ten meters before the

Leonel. But, he stopped when it seemed that Leonel had no intention of attacking.

Force. Dark Elemental Force.