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.

free hand trembled, a final twinkle of light breathing life into the gems that fell

crystal hawks took over the skies. It felt almost impossible to catch them with

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

to the language itself, but also in the uniqueness of Snow Force. It was only when

Leonel had been so worried about what a lack of techniques would look like if he abandoned the Snowy Star Owl that

forward. Their speed was far beyond what Myghell could muster and they had already appeared before Leonel's barrier

straight tall, his sword wielding had pressed to his chance as he entered a perfect stance. In that moment, his energy began to gather,

up to the battle, almost as though it didn't feel 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

resounded as they pounced toward

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

time, cracks appeared and began to race about his like spider webs. He had always known that there was a limit to just how much pressure his self-created Mage Art could take, but he was

just a few of Myghell's beast constructs,

that moment, the barrier began to bulge, numerous bubbles

Before the beast constructs could react, they found themselves being enveloped by the

lost their connection with Myghell, becoming nothing more than piles

palm closed into a fist, crushing them to

'The skies…'

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

a piercing coldness. Up above, the high sun had completely vanished, replaced by a

Seasons Realm. This first stage embodied the call of the Seasons,

Heavenly Body Realm. This second embodied the rotation of the celestial behemoths that called

The birth of Dawn, the brightness of Day,

to the point of blanketing the entire arena in

it should have been the very first he came to understand. There were only more of these inconsistencies lingering beyond, and this was the honest reason

divided into comprehension of the Galaxy, Sector, Domain and Universe. This seemed like it somewhat made