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.

was a sight that was objectively gorgeous, but it only became more when Myghell's free hand trembled, a final

impossible to catch them with the

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 small hairs to stand up. These beast constructs made Leonel's previous formulations feel like nothing more than child's play. Each and every single one of them had the strength of

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

became obvious. Myghell had stepped beyond Snow Force, but his Luxnix 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 hadn't realized that it was all already

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

tall, his sword wielding had pressed to his chance as he entered a perfect stance. In

to still be warming 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

resounded as

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

spider webs. He had always known that there was a limit to just how much pressure

of Myghell's beast constructs, what if he had

on these thoughts for long, his Force surging as the cracks mended. In that moment, the barrier began to bulge,

the beast constructs could react, they found themselves

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

closed into a fist, crushing

'The skies…'

one feel as though a natural phenomenon was descending, the kind that commanded the attention of all. Leonel had just not been among them because the beast constructs was

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

the Four Seasons Realm. This first stage embodied the

the Heavenly Body Realm. This second embodied the rotation of the celestial behemoths that called the skies home, it touched upon the artistic conception that gave them their beauty and

Dawn, the brightness of Day, the decline of Dusk, and the darkness

Everything felt so all encompassing and grand, even to the point of blanketing the entire arena in

Four Seasons and Heavenly Body Realm, it felt like it should have been the very first he came to understand. There were only more of these inconsistencies lingering beyond,

and Universe. This seemed like it somewhat made sense, at least in this case, the