Dimensional Descent

Myghell's head turned, his golden gaze meeting Leonel's pale violet irises.

For a moment, the world turned still, a hollow clash reverberating before what sounded like the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes resonated through the air. Though, it was difficult to tell if this was truly what was happening, or if it was simply an illusion created by the thumping hearts of those spectating.

It felt as though the other still ongoing battles were meaningless, as though what remained of the Selection had suddenly become a poor attempt at extending vacant, vacuous entertainment when the true root of what they wanted to see was already right before them.

Leonel might have still stood on his stage while Myghell had already stepped down from his own. And yet, their gazes still somehow felt level.

A thick violet aura hung around Leonel, a dense golden fog hanging around Myghell.

The trembling of Planet Luxnix itself seemed to shock people awake from their stupor, their grips on the armrests of their chairs and the erratic beating of their arms suddenly jumping forward several levels in strength.

Then, it all vanished at once. The two looked away almost simultaneously, Leonel stepping down from his stage and walking toward Earth's geniuses while Myghell walked toward the Luxnix.

At their closest, their shoulders practically brushed against one another. But, by their reactions, one would have never guessed such a thing. If one had been entirely focused on their expressions, they might as well have been worlds away from one another.

The elders of the Luxnix watched on with narrowed gazes.

Leonel would have targeted Myghell one way

truth be told, they had no idea that Leonel had already regrown his Innate

was so easy, why would stealing them be such a large deal? If the matter

Verse was rearing its ugly head once again. If news that his father could regrow Innate Nodes came out, who knew what

current Leonel, he assumed that it was possible, it was just that it took a lot of time. After all, it took him 20+ years of drinking that vomit smoothie to instigate

truth of the matter was that Leonel's father had joined the government of the Ascension Empire, entering their research branches, to personally create a method of healing his son by fusing his knowledge of

genius that appeared once in several hundred generations. It was unknown if even Leonel could ever reach the level his father had, this was how exaggerated

course, even Velasco miscalculated sometimes. How could he think that his son would be so reckless as to

Path, Leonel's Innate Node would naturally begin to regrow itself. But, it had appeared in the Third

the elders with a myriad of different hypotheses. This went to show just how far the idea of regrowing

to take his Innate Node back, something that left their brows furrowed and their gazes cold. But, when they realized that Leonel had just antagonized Myghell when the latter had cared little for him before, and

was no need to antagonize the Void Palace when this matter would

…

sit by his grandmother's side with a smile on his

Dimensional state. And if it's at the same level… I don't

to worry, grandmother. I know. I actually don't feel

furrowed. Her senses were sharper than Leonel's and her Internal Sight was far stronger. She was absolutely certain that Myghell was still stronger than Aina was. So, why would he say something so reckless? Her grandson didn't seem like the type to