Dimensional Descent

'34 seconds.'

Leonel's steps didn't pause nor did they slow. Beneath his Spatial Domain, the enemies he came across didn't stand a single chance. With many of the numbers that made up the Radix and Midas being lower Fifth Dimensional existences, all it took to cut them down was a single swing of his spear.

Leonel reached the bottom of the steps. His foot kicked outward, a warp in space following his actions. His control had gotten so smooth that whether it was stacking space or splitting it, it could be done as easy as breathing.

BANG!

The heavy metal door, weighing at least a ton, went flying from its hinges, the center where Leonel's foot contacted crumpling up like aluminum foil.

A line of warriors on the opposite end found themselves in a splatter of their own blood, their vision going black and their lives fading before they even registered what had happened.

The moment Leonel stepped out, a rain of projectiles shot for him. But, his expression didn't so much as flicker beneath his visor. In the blink of an eye, the space around Leonel stacked and folded upon each other.

One after another, the projectiles flew by his arms, legs and head, drilling holes into the metal frame to his back. At just a single glance, it looked like the marksmen had tried to lance a fish through the water, but the image distorted, causing them to miss completely.

Clearly, Leonel had expected exactly this much and took another step forward.

The opening beneath the stairs to the ramparts was an open space to yet another gate further ahead. If Leonel wanted to shut down the large scale Force Art before it activated, he would have to cross through this second gate. However, the space had distorted too greatly for him to trust leaping toward that location already. In addition, Leonel could tell that there were several hidden Force Arts baked into the thick metal walls that would make his attempt impossible.

separating into three pieces connected by

Spear Force. Every time it cut across the air, a light of white was left like a cyclone of blades and wind. With

CLINK!

snapped close, the light sounds of his footsteps reverberating through the blaring sounds of warning as

a cue, it

to slice this vault door apart was too much and he had to be mindful of his stamina. However, brute force wasn't the

took just a moment for

'Little Tolly.'

thing. The tacit understanding between himself and his Metal Spirit had reached an unconscious level. No matter how majestic these doors seemed… What

BANG!

fissuring at odd angles and collapsing before Leonel one step at a

fire around themselves. They had all been prepared to whittle Leonel down and in the case

of metal. Even

becoming exceedingly heavy. If they had experienced

'Four Seasons Realm.'

skies, crashing down to Leonel in waves. It spun about, fusing with Leonel's King's Might

'Summer. Radiant Core.'

The oppressive heat shrouded the large opening, causing even the metallic