Dimensional Descent

The whipping winds came to a grinding halt.

Beaming sunlight reflected off of the plates of armor. Bright silvers and delicate blacks alternated along its elaborate patterns. Just its presence alone seemed to make time itself stop, an eerie stillness hanging all around it.

As the halo passed over Leonel's head, it was slowly covered by a helmet, sealing away his handsome, indifferent features.

A light clicking locked everything into space. As though it had come alive, the armor shrunk a size, clinging to Leonel's armor as though it was nothing more than a second skin.

This was the true ability of Divine Armor. It didn't function like a normal armor would. For all intents and purposes, it had become a living, breathing part of Leonel's body.

When it was damaged, it would be repaired. When it moved, it would have a flexibility other armors couldn't match. Its power was now Leonel's own, its presence Leonel's presence.

Leonel ripped his spear out from the ground, the world quaking beneath his benign action.

White gold wings spread along Leonel's back once more. The contrast between his silver-black armor and them seemed to dazzle the world. However, whatever absentmindedness one could have had vanished when Leonel suddenly shot forward.

In a blink, he was already above Alexandre. Without any aid, he stepped into the air as though it was as easy as breathing, his spear descending with such forcefulness that one would have thought that his goal was to split the planet below rather than the man before him.

Alexandre's pupils constricted. He was able to fly not because of an ability, but because of World Force which granted him such a strength. This was the first time he had seen someone who shouldn't have a flying ability do so.

to fly. It was clear that this was a trump card that

quickly, his palm shooting outward toward Leonel's blade

he suddenly felt as though his hand was moving through a wall of wind or a depth of quicksand. It slowed considerably even though he felt it was moving just as fast as it originally

him for a loop. However, it was then an alarming sense of danger

he

descended. In one moment, it was before Alexandre's palm. But, in an act that could only be said to break the laws of reality, it appeared past it in the next

dodge came just in time, but he was too late to stop his Kingly robes from being torn in two, a shallow line of blood

acceleration met the same muddy pastures. It was as though he was locked down from all sides. No matter where he moved, how he moved, or how much effort he put into

those of the rebel army. But, very soon, they began to roar at the top of

spear spun in his

and deliberate steps

by

The only way he had managed to keep his head all this time was

was expecting the blade to pierce at his chest, it vanished, a massive pressure slicing into the shield

sight left the nobles in horror. By now, they were absolutely certain. It was a spatial ability,

one fluid motion, he

a slow, methodical approach became a torrential assault in the blink of an eye. The sound of snapping and retracting chains rang through the battlefield, shadows of grey and silver whipping about as Leonel practically used

As though he was hiding in a turtle shell, he could only take the endless barrage, the sound of clanging metal ringing in