Dimensional Descent

SHIING! SHIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!

The sound of sharpening blades rang out in all directions. In that moment, a strong inner will pulsed, fusing into the surroundings and making the air feel several time heavier than it had in the past.

Leonel's spear pulled back and drew an arc upward through the air. It moved so quickly that a streak of blackish blue was all anyone could seem to see, the strength of his Level 2 Spear Force multiplying several times over in the blink of an eye.

Myghell didn't miss a beat, activating in almost the same instant Leonel had. Despite the fragile look of his blade, it clashed with Leonel's almost demonic spear without losing ground.

Myghell found that the strength of his words had dampened the moment that small violet humanoid figure appeared. It was as though his will was clashing with Leonel's, canceling each other out. This was the first time Myghell had ever experienced someone nullifying his words, and for yet another first time, his gaze couldn't help but narrow.

Suddenly, Myghell's shifted, retrieving his sword and guarding it against his body as though to take on a fencing stance.

His free hand pressed his fore and middle fingers together, the odd white-gold precipitating crystal Force around him concentrating toward the tips of those two digits.

Instead of pursuing, Leonel's Dream Force surged, the halo above his head pulsing as though it had a mind of its own.

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A violent upswell of Force surged out in all directions, splitting the battlefield into two sides surrounded by a tornado of rotating winds.

On one side, four silver pillars rose up from the earth, depictions of battles and grandeur etched onto their surfaces. Beneath its presence, it felt as though space itself had been frozen, as though it could be paused, undone, flattened and lengthened at the behest of Leonel.

There was no doubt that after fusing with his Divine Armor, Leonel's Space Affinity had taken another enormous leap forward. In fact, due to the Evolution Ore his mother had granted him, even Sixth Dimensional Space bent to his whims.

On the other side, the sparkling droplets of crystal that had surrounded seemed to quickly gather, sticking to one another and quickly growing in size beneath the strength of a mysterious command.

it only became more when Myghell's free hand trembled, a final twinkle of light breathing life into the gems that fell

the skies. It felt almost impossible to catch them with the naked eye unless the sun's rays

not having been prepared for the kind of battle they would witness today. But, this scene made them all gasp in admiration in one moment, then feel their hearts seize in the next. Those that were sharper felt the danger force their

his speculations were correct. The root or the power source that gave the Luxnix Force Art system its life-like characteristics wasn't entirely related to the language itself, but also in the uniqueness of Snow Force. It was only when incorporating it that it could show its full strength, something that naturally happened since Snow Force had a positive

Force Arts likewise gained an enormous boost along with it. Leonel had been so worried about what a lack of techniques would look like if he abandoned the Snowy Star Owl that he

Myghell could muster and they had already appeared before

chance as he entered a perfect stance. In that

like it was necessary to snap itself fully away. Even the arrogance between Myghell's brows was only very slowly becoming more prominent. It felt like his true face was only now beginning to be shown to the world and everything else was nothing

of the wolves resounded as they

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

constricted. For the first time, cracks appeared and began to race about his like spider webs. He had always known that there was a limit

beast constructs, what if he had attacked personally

cracks mended. In that moment, the barrier began to bulge, numerous

they found themselves being enveloped by the violet

that, they lost their connection with Myghell, becoming nothing more than

into a fist, crushing

'The skies…'

of all. Leonel had just not been among them because the beast constructs was something he knew he had

gaze pervaded with a piercing coldness. Up above, the high

embodied the call of the Seasons, leaving

embodied the rotation of the celestial behemoths that called the skies home, it touched

The birth of Dawn, the brightness of Day, the decline of Dusk, and the

to the point

and Heavenly Body Realm, it felt like it should have been the very first he came to understand. There were

into comprehension of the Galaxy, Sector, Domain and Universe. This seemed like