Dimensional Descent

The surge of youths with crimson eyes flooded the battlefield. But, the targets they were looking for didn't seem to be anywhere to be found. All they saw were the littered and bloody bodies of their fellow Healing Arm members and a single silver armored man standing before a courtyard surrounded by four silver pillars.

Many of them were confused, but even more of them seemed to realize that their enemy was precisely this silver armored man.

"KILL HIM!" Therin's enraged roar shook those who were confused out of this state.

However, when they heard Therin call for murder, they were shocked. Though it wasn't like no one had ever died in a faction war, it was still rare. On top of that, it was quite frowned upon. These were the types of things the Elder's Council would step in to stop.

That said, while there were many who stood frozen, there were even more that didn't need to be told twice. Their egos had been poked and prodded at for too long, and it was already clear to them that a Division Head of their Arm had actually been crippled. This sort of humiliation wasn't something they were willing to let go, even if they weren't already in such a strung up state.

They charged forward like a tide, the ground rumbling as large swaths of Snow Force rippled throughout at the air.

Leonel's chest rose, a sizzling heat at his right hip threatening to tear a hole through his own body. But, for some reason, it felt good. It felt almost too good.

It fed off of Leonel's angst, his fury, his indifference. It swallowed up all that was him and churned out a result that fed into the very fabric of his King's Might.

These hundreds of youths? It just wasn't enough.

BANG!

that moment, a tidal wave of earth shot out from the

to Leonel's will. And then, in the next moment, they shot upward, crashing into the first line of charging Healing Arm

When he reappeared once more, the falling debris of earth sprinkled about him like the ashes of war. Without the immediate support of the man or woman next to them, the Healing Arm

disappearing at will, only to appear and vanish once more. Arcs of blood and crimson followed his path, limbs and horrid screams leaving landmarks of

one after another. It felt as though there were dozens of him and his every action incapacitated another. Blood flowed

of those around cleared to what was happening, half of the Healing Arm warriors had already been cut down, their

the faces of those who headed the initial charge, at least those of

raw strength. If he tried to fight these many talents head on, he would have been cut down long ago. It was just

using as

of others. It was ironically useless against those who

dissonance that easy formed illusions of starlight in battle. The more powerful and deft one's

many enemies, Leonel had to be capable of calculating the perspective of each and every person on the battlefield at the same

Noah had yet to

flickered with coldness, his every breath becoming so heated that steam billowed from his mouth. His skin reddened and his armor began to

surroundings sky rocketed, yet