Dimensional Descent

The Radix and the Midas were shocked to the point of not knowing how to react. Wasn't Universal Cycle comprehension supposed to be supplementary? It could form all of these pretty pictures and sights, but ultimately they would just be that. The true lethality of it all should have been hidden within the fists, weapon or Element of the person using it.

However, completely out of their expectations, Leonel's Four Seasons Realm actually had attacking potential all of its own. The worst part was that Leonel had made them think that it was completely harmless by making it so that none of them were attacked previously, all so that he could completely catch them off guard when it was far too late.

The worst about this was that aside from some loss of focus, none of the strength of these abilities rested on Leonel's shoulder. Because they were manifested by Universal Force, Leonel's stamina was practically untouched.

With the strength of his mind, how could he not sustain the images and artistic conceptions of a Realm that even Fourth Dimensional existences were capable of using? And now that the cat was out of the bag…

He had no need to hold back any longer.

BANG!

It felt as though the skies had opened up. The snowfall of ash, the rain of gold, the fluttering of leaves, it all came together to paint a gorgeous but deathly picture.

In the center of it all, Leonel became like a reaper, the lantern of which was none other than his Radiant Core. Everywhere it went, it repelled attacks, burnt the ground to a crisp, and unleashed waves of violent radiation that made one's skin curdle and boil.

results were absolutely horrific. The synergy between Leonel's Spatial Domain and his Four Seasons Realm turned the Radix-Midas Fortress

gather and use Force. Golden Drops turned poor, unsuspecting, otherwise valiant warriors into gold statues that froze the horror on their faces. And, finally, A Slow Death whistled by their ears, crumbling what remained of them to ash and leaving absolutely

'Seven seconds…'

body was like a fluttering wind, calculating every angle of the battlefield, every line of sight, and every powerful strike. It looked to an outside observer like he was battling hundreds of warriors all alone, but the cleverness of his steps made it so that only at most four at a time could even dream of aiming for him. At the same time, the various stacking effects of his area control skills made it almost impossible for

lightly tapped against the ground, the halo above his head vibrating slightly

reappeared again, he stood in an inconspicuous location, the winds around him growing violent to

of Force brightening around him. Tangible Spear Force that somehow appeared to be both real and unreal manifested, tornadoing around Leonel like

moment, the reinforments surged into

supplies. It was a region designed for heavy machinery to be moved around constantly as the Fort was reinforced and strengthened. It was clear that this place wasn't quite designed for battle, but it wasn't vulnerable to it either. Though enemies were

Radix was so clever. In this sort of large region, littered with heavy machinery to the sides and with walls blanketed with thick silvery

They didn't believe that anyone could deduce the true location of the formation even with time, let alone

Unfortunately… reality was cruel.

they forced Leonel toward

"STOP HIM!"

too late for

BANG!