Dimensional Descent

Leonel released a steam laden breath.

He slipped his backfoot further backward, anchoring himself with power, strength and leverage as he pierced forward.

The moment he released the attack, he knew that his trajectory was off. This wasn't because he had aimed incorrectly, but rather because the spirits were becoming smarter and more skilled. It was maybe the world's greatest irony that on the day Leonel faced the most spearman he had in his lifetime, that his Spear Domain Heirloom which was supposedly invincible against them, had become completely useless.

Of course, he knew that this was likely because these were energy spears rather than real, tangible ones. But, that didn't mean he didn't feel aggrieved.

Leonel knew that it was too late to change his spear's path. Shifting his momentum had been easy in the past, but his current self was too slow and lacking in agility.

His mind spun through several calculations before he made a choice.

His body's momentum continued forward while falling slightly to the side. The anchor that had been his feet wavered, weakening his strike. But, he also managed to just barely survive with just a graze to his shoulder.

He used his fall to turn his pierce into a downward sweeping motion, raking his spear across the chest of the spirit.

'Dammit… not deep enough…'

The good news was that Leonel's Quasi Silver spear was still very much effective against his enemies. Usually, as long as he could land a strike, it would be enough to end the battle.

his Quasi Silver Spear

was why he hadn't even bothered to try to use his Quasi Bronze spears, trying to gain as much of an edge as he could. But, he

the spirit reacted as Leonel fell to the ground. Its illusory spear spun in its hands before piercing

pupils constricted. His mind had already thought of numerous counter measures, but his body

hairs stood on end, his muscles constricting

though it was ready to descend, coaxing him toward the 'other'

even if he did, he had just used it to bring him back from the brink of death just a few weeks ago. It hadn't been nearly enough time for that life saving measure to

that moment, Leonel's mind went

by a jet black Quasi Bronze spear

it made

whipping his body to the side with his singular

the light road as Leonel was spun to its back. The spirit couldn't react in time before a spear was suddenly jetted through its chest, its

the ground, his breathing heavy. He really thought for a second there that he was finished. This trial was truly something else. He didn't even have the luxury of lying here to rest. He had already tried to do that before, but after a few minutes of not moving forward, the same spirit would manifest again and the penalty for defeating it was

had to accumulate more weight to himself. Whoever made this trial was definitely a sadistic bastard. Why couldn't they

up when he suddenly