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!"

white leather whip from his hip. His gaze sharpened, a silver Force

brightened. From being able to see just three meters, he could now see through the

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

before Leonel. In fact, using a technique that Leonel was familiar with before

skimmed against the sharp edge of Ingram's sword, parrying it upward. The golden spear upon his forehead flashed as he took an in-step, counterintuitively

vantage point, Rayner's whip

the chest before the latter could

the swinging motion of his second sword completely off course. He thought that it was a coincidence at first, but the violent breaking of his rib cage and the

that the space behind him had stacked several times. Leonel's Spatial Domain had made the several meter distance to Ingram's back

the end, Ingram who should have been flying back at astonishing speed had practically become a practice dummy, his

BANG!

stacking of space had immediately been reversed

in a torrent, spittle flying from his mouth as his

protecting Ingram's chest burst into flames

words. They could hardly see what was happening within all that billowing fog, but every so often someone frantic and screaming

The depth of his gaze was filled with a blinding crimson light, the smallest hint of violet fighting for a small

he had been slowly building up. Even his

BANG!

an arrow suddenly shot through the

looking in that direction, Leonel rose his left hand out and to the side, his palm flipping over to

complex shield shaped yellow crystal formations appeared before the barrel, each proceeding one larger than

over three meters in