Dimensional Descent

Ingram and Rayner felt their souls leave their bodies. They hadn't even sensed when the little mink attacked but in that moment they felt as though there wasn't a single thing they could do to fight back against it.

Light Force should have been the perfect counter to Dark Elemental Force. But, why was it that it felt like the exact opposite right now?

The group of Division Heads fell into absolute chaos. It was clear that Leonel's speed in dealing with these enemies had fallen drastically, but none of his fire had waned. In fact, with every passing moment, it felt as though Leonel was quickly becoming a rising star of his own.

The rain became heavier and the steam became denser. Soon, it was difficult to see just three meters ahead of you.

Without a choice, the Division Heads could only rely on their Internal Sight, but it was then that they realized that this was the worst decision they could have possibly made.

In that moment, it felt like Leonel was both everywhere and nowhere all at once. Trails of sparkling Star Force sprinkled about the battlefield, giving it a beauty that didn't match the carnage it was experiencing. Limbs flew about and cries of pain pierced the veil.

Ingram and Rayner managed to survive the first exchange. Now that they were keenly aware of the danger of the little mink, they split their attention between Leonel and Little Blackstar, unwilling to end up like their counterpart had.

When these two formed a team, the strength they displayed wasn't just additive. However, in all their caution, they didn't realize just how many of their fellow Division Heads were being cut down by Leonel himself.

"Dammit!" Ingram growled.

He pulled out a second sword, a light silver glow wrapping around him. They couldn't allow things to continue like this.

The familiar sequence of took form.

"Cover me!"

need to be told twice, pulling out a white leather whip from his hip. His gaze sharpened, a silver Force

to see just three meters, he could

blocking him from crippling yet another Division Head. His twin blades moved with a practiced smoothness, alternating his speed with the expertise of a veteran. He had learned long ago that pushing your speed to the limit all the time didn't make you a better sword master. Often times, lulling your opponent into one set rhythm before instantaneously changing

before Leonel. In fact, using a technique that Leonel was familiar with before him was akin to courting

of Ingram's sword, parrying it upward. The golden spear upon his forehead flashed as he took an in-step, counterintuitively giving up his range

vantage point, Rayner's whip had instantly been rendered

chest before the latter could react, causing an upswell of blood to fly

completely off course. He thought that it was a coincidence at first,

fists weren't heavy enough, Ingram found that the space behind him had stacked several times. Leonel's Spatial Domain had made the

practically become a practice dummy, his chest deforming as craters the

BANG!

out, appearing before Rayner in an instant. The stacking of space had immediately been reversed and shortened instead,

in a torrent, spittle flying from his mouth as his tongue hung

moment, the robes protecting Ingram's chest burst into flames and fell

loss for words. They could hardly see what was happening within all that billowing fog, but every so often someone frantic and screaming would run out for their lives,

Ingram. The depth of his gaze was filled with a blinding

fiery momentum he had been slowly building up. Even his spear itself had begun to glow with a slight

BANG!

moment, an arrow suddenly shot through the

out and to the side, his palm flipping over to reveal an

and several complex shield shaped yellow crystal

the end of it, the large yellow crystal shield was over three meters in diameter, dwarfing a human