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!

moment, a tidal

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

debris of earth sprinkled about him like the ashes of war. Without the immediate support of the man

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

dozens of him and his every

dirt finally descended and the vision of those around cleared to what was happening, half of the Healing Arm

who headed the initial charge, at least

overpowering them with raw strength. If he tried to fight these many talents head on, he would have been

was using as

applied one's Internal Sight to trick the senses of others. It was ironically useless against those who purely relied on their five senses in battle, but which expert wouldn't subconsciously use their Internal

one's Soul Force was seeing led to a cognitive dissonance that easy formed illusions of starlight in battle. The more powerful and deft one's control of their Internal

such skill, and especially against so many enemies, Leonel had to be capable of calculating the perspective of each and every person on the battlefield at the same time, only then would he be able to execute in the most optimal

like a machine. Noah had yet to see a swing of Leonel's blade not draw

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

surroundings sky rocketed, yet Leonel only felt more and more