Dimensional Descent

"Let me go! I SAID LET ME GO!"

Elthor fought with all his might. But, compared to the Generals that remained and just how many of them there were, Elthor was just a young boy without a chance.

With so many restraining him at once, he had no chance of breaking through.

Rage lit his features, his body breaking into his battle form and even shattering the chains that held him down. But, even this wasn't enough. It only made the strikes he suffered even heavier.

The Oryx were never a light handed race. Even knowing that this was their new King, they didn't hold back. They refused to allow him to charge off into a battle that meant nothing but death.

He was their future, their light and their hope. If they ever wanted a chance to avenge their King, they needed him to grow and mature… Or else their Kingdom wouldn't last very much longer.

Even as they pummeled their young King into the ground, their fists heavy, tears streamed down their faces in an endless torrent. Not a single one of them looked toward their King's back receding into the distance. But, they all knew that this was the last time they would see him.

Elthor collapsed onto the ground, his bones beaten and broken. He couldn't stand even if he wanted to. It felt as though every inch of his body had suffered a severe injury other than his organs themselves.

However, somehow, he still found the strength to pound the ground with his fists, his wails spreading through the entire Oryx army.

"He's a King! I'm the warrior! I should be on the frontline! Not him! NOT HIM!"

The ground cracked, splintered and cratered beneath his strength, his pupils darkening the more rage he felt.

All around, the upper echelon of the Oryx Kingdom stood. The only sound for miles seemed to be the cries of their young King.

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in the air wasn't the best to begin with since he had to rely on a piece of earth floating beneath his feet, but he had a feeling that even if he had such leverage, it wouldn't make much of a

immovable. His palm stopped the blade of his Quasi Silver

blasted Leonel back to the ground. At least, it seemed like it was just almost… Until the piece of earth beneath his feet shattered and he was sent careening into

air shot out of Leonel's

years he hadn't managed to progress past the Tier 4 stage of his Fourth Dimensional Metal Body because he couldn't find the specific Ores he needed

Falling from almost 30

out in the next instant, appearing in the skies again with a whole barrage of broken stone and

his spear exploding with flames as bombs of fire erupted in

toward him at astonishing speed as though he was skating on

as though meeting an impenetrable wall. The attacks almost seemed to be nullified completely and none of the

just his palm? Or is it his

once more, his body erupting as Bronze Runes surged throughout his skin.

rock to floating rock, his speed growing faster and

'[Harmonic Spear].'

each of them seemingly leaving afterimages in the air. In the blink of an eye, he looked to be everywhere at once, both

eyes narrowed. Spears descended toward him

he would be skewered, his Force

BANG!

the images dissipated at once, leaving just one Leonel

image of him being run through that many might have

slight pause before Leonel found himself being shot out once again. Like a ball out of a canon, he crashed through the city, bounding