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.

ever mentioned this armor, nor did any mention his ability to fly. It was clear that this was a trump card that Leonel had left hidden just for this

palm shooting outward toward Leonel's blade

felt as though his hand was moving through a wall of wind or a

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

hesitation, he

laws of reality, it appeared past it in the next instant. It didn't even seem

his Kingly robes from being torn in

where he moved, how he moved, or how

stunned. To a degree, these even included those of the rebel army. But, very soon, they began to roar at the top of their lungs, emotions they had been bottling up for decades

spear spun in

took slow and deliberate steps

of its three parts. The blade shot forward like an arrow, completely unaffected by the same slow in speed Alexandre was.

had managed to keep his head all

his chest, it vanished, a massive pressure

horror. By now, they were absolutely certain. It was

snapped back into place, but in one fluid motion, he spun the opposing side forward sending another

and retracting chains rang through the battlefield, shadows of grey and silver whipping about as Leonel practically used the

hiding in a turtle shell, he could only take the