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.

of the reports he had received 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

palm shooting outward toward Leonel's blade

through a wall of wind or a depth of quicksand. It slowed considerably even though

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

hesitation, he shot

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

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

sides. No matter where he moved, how he moved, or how much effort he put into it, it felt

Apex suddenly finding himself on a backfoot left those watching 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

slow and deliberate steps forward, bearing down on

an arrow, completely unaffected by the

up his barrier once more. The only way he had managed to keep his head all this time was by protecting his body

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

now, they were absolutely certain. It

back into place, but in one fluid motion, he spun the opposing

The sound of snapping and retracting

shell, he could only take the endless barrage, the sound of clanging