Dimensional Descent

The experts in the crowd found their hearts skipping a beat.

Redirecting attacks using Space Force, teleporting them through space and changing their trajectory was so by far and away more difficult than simply teleporting through volatile Force that it could only be labeled as impossible. Being able to perfectly reflect attacks, even, was so difficult that it took one being a Savant like Candle to be able to do it!

Leonel had redirected attacks before against the oceanic beasts of Earth. But, they had been so much weaker than him to begin with that the two feats couldn't even be compared.

If a Sixth Dimensional expert wanted to reflect the attack of a Fifth Dimensional one, it was a matter of a wave of a palm. They were essentially a God to a mortal to begin with. However, doing so with an attack at, or even worse… Above your level like Leonel had was so unfathomable that if it wasn't for the resonating booms, the entire arena would have fallen into complete silence.

The expressions of those of the Luxnix were incredibly ugly.

The truth was that after seeing Alienor's strength, they realized just how ignorant they had been. They had all been aware that she was still within the Sixth Dimension, so they never thought too much of her strength.

This wasn't too surprising. Earth had only completed its Metamorphosis about five years ago so when Alienor blossomed to her true strength, the Luxnix had already concluded what they believed her limits were and had no idea just how vastly she had improved. They had no idea how large the gap between two individuals of the same Dimension could be.

It only made matters worse that Wise Star Order, their most respected Ancestor, had chosen Leonel's side to begin with and now even seemed to have been enslaved by Roesia's branch of the family.

The Starry Order Elders of the family already understood that they had lost this battle, but it was hard to just shift their mentalities after decades of placing their hope in just one young man. Many of them still hoped that Myghell would win, even if it wasn't logical, they were human, after all.

a scene before them, it

ones with a frown on their

strength. Compared to its usual Black Ice form, it was currently smoldering and filled with an unbridled heat that scorched even the air. But, it was also precisely because of this that the fog and plumes of smoke took so long to clear. And when

Myghell seemed to be in a sorry state. His untouched robes had been torn to shreds,

There was a hint of blood at the corner of his lips and several cracks across his body, but he still rose slowly from the ground, a light cough

and clear that it almost felt like one was looking at a completely different person. From indifferent, standoffish and cold, Myghell was only a blinding chain

mouthful of blood that was accumulating on his tongue. The cracks that ran along his

beating resonated with the crystal that coated him, vibrating his body to a special frequency that

of a madman who happened to also be extraordinarily hard working. Not everyone could just swallow metals and end up with

every outlined striation and pulsing vein, was the result of

back. His actions were slow and didn't seem very special, but the oppressive aura he was giving off only seemed to grow as the

point, it no longer sounded like the steady beat of an organ but had rather become a thrumming war

his thin sword. It had fallen a pace before him and was so

to Myghell's hand. One would have thought that he had done so for the purpose of battle, but what he actually used it for

for a moment, raising it up to eye level as though he was

then his mouth suddenly opened wide. His canines lengthened and a