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

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 and throwing whatever

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

and vanish once more. Arcs of blood

techniques of the Luxnix seamlessly one after another. It felt as though there were dozens of him and his every action incapacitated

descended and the vision of those around cleared to what was happening, half of the Healing Arm warriors had already been cut down, their life's blood fueling the soil beneath their immobile

who headed the initial charge, at least those of them that had survived,

raw strength. If he tried to fight these many talents

the techniques Leonel was using as

to trick the senses of others. It was ironically useless against those who purely relied on their five senses in battle, but

to a cognitive dissonance that easy formed

of each and every person

Noah had yet

his every breath becoming so heated that steam billowed from his mouth.

yet Leonel only felt more