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!

foot rose and fell. In that moment, a tidal wave of earth shot out from the

a sprinting set of spiderweb-like cracks, folding and bending the earth to Leonel's will. And then, in the next moment, they shot upward, crashing into the first line of charging Healing Arm warriors

Without

only to appear and vanish once more. Arcs of blood and

dozens of him and his every action incapacitated another. Blood flowed

cleared to what was happening, half of the Healing Arm warriors had already been cut down, their life's blood

absolute horror was painted on the faces of those who headed the initial charge, at least those of them

a glance that Leonel wasn't overpowering them with raw strength. If he tried to fight

was using as well, he

one's Internal Sight to trick the senses of others. It was ironically useless against those who purely relied on their

overlay of what the body was recognizing and what 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 Sight was,

capable of calculating the perspective of each and every person on

yet to see a swing

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

rocketed, yet Leonel only felt