Dimensional Descent

Myghell was so fast that Leonel could only react on instinct, quickly crossing his spear over his chest.

It was like those enormous great swords were no heavier than a single feather, or so it seemed with the ease Myghell swung them.

The spear across Leonel's chest immediately found itself bending in protest. Despite the fact Leonel had wanted to use it to protect himself, a strong, surging force bent it to the point it barreled into his sternum, causing his body to bow backward and fly out with a BANG!

A projectile of blood flew from Leonel's mouth, his entire rib cage threatening to shatter. If it wasn't for his Bronze Runes dispersing the force throughout his body, maybe his lungs and heart would have been riddled with bone shards by now.

Leonel could tell that Myghell had instead lost his speed and most importantly, his agility. However, when it came to a straight line bound and leap forward, strength alone could often overwhelm speed. And now that Myghell had taken the initiative, he proved this about as well as you possibly could.

Myghell howled, his hair fluttering about wildly. He looked like a beast that had been released from its chains, his attack and pursuit relentless as though he couldn't feel fatigue.

Every time he landed the ground would collapse, every time he shot forward an abyss would be left in his wake, every time he attacked the air split and sparking flames followed his swing as the atmosphere cried for mercy.

Leonel found his body being beaten and bruised. He managed to find a way to block every time, but he could never escape the pain that came with it. His wrists threatened to shatter, his shoulders were continuously almost ripped from their sockets, and his legs and torso were beginning to show signs of deep internal bleeding, splotches of a grotesque blackish violet spreading beneath their skin.

"BLAZING DAWN. DAUNTLESS DAY."

like a blazing sun. Even his eyebrows followed suit, the endless flood of it making him look like a deity descended from the skies above. And yet, his coarse laughter and his fiendish grin warped that persona, giving him the image of endless bloodlust, the kind

"HAAA-UUUUU!"

crowd could only imagine

by coincidence or design, everyone seem to have landed on the same conclusion… This arena had become a cage and Leonel happened to be

only had he abandoned the light flexible sword that was the symbol of their family, but he didn't even seem to be using Snow Force any longer. They couldn't help but feel that the Myghell that they had all come to know was a façade from the very beginning, nothing more

Myghell. And unrelenting, furious, battle maniac who wielded his swords like clubs and bellowed out war cries as though he wouldn't be satisfied until the

BANG!

against the golden barrier, another cough

shone as resplendently as they had before, even his

moment. Blazing like a golden meteor, he shot into the air, falling down toward Leonel with both his great swords raised

eyebrows gave of wisps of white-gold fog. His eyes had begun to glow so bright that the whites had vanished,

his lips. Even that alone made him feel like

you want, come and

more than orbs of light. However, his own blazed like shimmering sapphires, his aura imploding in the form of a pillar that

"Star Fusion."

of sky blue smoke shot out from Leonel, his body suddenly vanishing from its position and appearing above

shirt was ripped from himself, revealing a torso no less ripped and defined than Myghell's own. His Bronze Runes were flooded with Vital Star Force, causing them to pulse with the very same blue light as his halo hung above his