Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a light breath, his body relaxing and his heartbeat becoming smoother.

Beneath the gaze of the warriors of Earth and the Heads of the Invaders, he walked forward with a slow and deliberate pace. A crackling of Force silently built around him as a spear appeared in his palm.

Even beneath this artificial atmosphere, it was difficult for sound to travel very far. It made the heaviness of Leonel's steps feel just that much more substantial as his King's Might spread outward, an aura of undeniable superiority bearing down upon the junior starship.

In the face of five Sixth Dimensional experts, Leonel didn't flinch, he didn't wait for them to come to him, he didn't even show an ounce of hesitancy. These were his lands, his people… Unless they could get past his blade, they could forget about stepping foot on Earth.

The blood of those around Leonel boiled. He didn't give an impassioned speech, he didn't goad at their insecurities or pry into their dreams… Instead, he took the simplest and most direct form of action.

Leonel had always believed in this truth. A King should be at the very front.

When you felt weak, look toward his back. When you felt that the mountain ahead was too tall and the task was too difficult, look toward his back. When you were on your last legs, your lungs on fire, your limbs unresponsive, your energy drained to its final drop…

Look toward his back.

"This weight on my shoulders is too light."

Amid the silence, Leonel's voice pierced through it all. It boomed amid the stars, seemingly causing them to twinkle in response.

Leonel's head as his foot rose and fell. Its jigsaw pieces were all attached by a dully glowing lighting,

air above the five Heads and falling

"[Star Fusion]."

BANG!

skyrocketing in the blink of an eye. The sudden oppression was so violent and heavy, not to mention bright, that Leonel

pure energy swept out from within its depths, matching

BANG!

body waving about wildly beneath the control of the countless heavy chains. His armor continuously billowed

an arc of blue Force following its path. It

stopped, it pointed toward the

responded with their own pride, their blood surging to unconscious degrees as their gazes glazed over and their hearts beat wildly. Each and every one of them suddenly gained a slightly violet

One after

people of the Moon. The young noble

appearing on the junior starship and lighting the final spark

their Force rising like tides and their

one with the least kills washes Raj's

what if Raj is

has to wear a thong for just as long!" Gil's body sparked with crimson lightning. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, not even giving the others