Dimensional Descent

Leonel wiped at his blood with a thumb, rolling his shoulders back until he heard a satisfying crack. Beside himself, he released a yawn, stretching his neck from side to side.

It seems he was still a bit tired from yesterday, but that couldn't be helped. As for Myghell's words, they were probably true. At least in that exchange, he really was the weaker of the two.

The envoys of Void Palace couldn't help but frown. The wielder of an Amethyst Token bleeding was something that had never happened since its inception. Or, more accurately, one had never bled during their Selection. The entire point of the Amethyst Token was to represent invincibility, and Leonel was decidedly not that.

The rest had dismissed his battle with Isac, thinking that he was just fooling around. After all, Leonel was a spearman, not a bowman. This made perfect sense considering which family he came from as well. But… This was getting harder and harder to accept.

It didn't matter that Leonel was in Tier 4 while his opponent was a half-step from the Sixth Dimension. Invincibility was invincibility. You either were or you weren't. There were no technicalities in real life.

Leonel, though, didn't seem to care about the opinions of others. He was just a bit intrigued that Myghell had actually spoken.

"Oh? Is that a justification?" Leonel smiled.

"Justification? Why would I need something like that?"

"Oho." Leonel chuckled. "That's not a bad response. Indeed, why would you? And here I thought you were caught up in a few words written long before you were born."

"Whether those words have anything to do with me or not is meaningless. If they have nothing to do with me, I will force them to change their minds. If I have no fate with them regardless, then so what? Do I need the legacy of a fool who can't see straight?"

bellow, a stronger and denser violet fog seemed to waft out from him. Beneath its presence, the world itself seemed

to see what expressions that

life, and

unison. This time, they took no care to hold back, the entire

of cracks raced toward each other from opposite sides of the stage, following the wake of the

BANG!

forearm collided with Myghell's own, the cracks finally catching up to them as they hung in the air for

and collapsed, forming a pit gained depth before blasting outward and blowing even the

region in a familiar golden glow, saving the audience

they fell from the skies, their knees and elbows clashed, each boom resonating

Leonel felt his internal organs shake and quake. The gap in their strength was undeniable and the penetrative power of Myghell's Force was deep and immeasurable. Not

a light of its own. In that moment, Bronze Runes raced

BANG!

metal, their elbows clashing soon after to sound like hammer

golden-white Force that twinkled as though tiny crystals were falling within it. The moment Leonel landed collided with him again,

fast as one would expect from a Luxnix, it carried an overbearing quality to it that made one

you with the kind of emotion that made you feel small and insignificant, like a speck of dust among the stars or a drop of water

harder. As though he couldn't feel the pain of his limbs and fists crashing against an immovable wall, he collided with it again and again,