Dimensional Descent

The crystal that coated Myghell's skin seemed to rapidly shrink, concentrating the pulsing Blue Runes that had run within them toward his forehead.

His muscles bulged a fold in size, suddenly gaining a rough texture to them and eventually losing all of its color. Before the eyes of everyone, it became a thick, leathery coat, one that bulged with both power and a pure, unblemished white that gave off its own light.

At the same time, Myghell's hair and eyes lost their gold color as well, becoming bright shades of white. It almost became impossible to see his hair as anything other than strings of lights, it didn't even look real any longer, having completely lost its physical form.

The illusory form of a majestic elephant appeared to his back, a surging tide of Gem Force flooding the surroundings.

Myghell didn't even seem to try, but everything was suddenly coated in his aura. The ground and even the golden walls that surrounded them all began to grow crystal formations of their own, almost like rapidly spreading ice forming crystalline constructs.

With a snap, Myghell's great sword flew back into his hand. A single flex of his forearm caused the sturdy metal to whine, the imprint of his palm and fingers being etched onto its body. The level of strength it took to accomplish such a feet was simply beyond one's wildest imagination, and yet he had done so on nothing more than a whim.

Myghell's head tilted to the skies, a roar escaping his lips. Explosive, concentric circles of collapsing and booming wind shot out along with his voice, shattering everything in its wake.

In that moment, a surge of Force began to violently shoot toward Myghell, his chest and stomach expanding by a size as the gem on his forehead only grew all the brighter.

Leonel flipped through the air, landing on his own two feet. His body was still covered by a blazing fog of red, a line of smoke rising from his body and becoming a thin line of energy in the air.

his ability was. Leonel had run into this ability before, but this was either a mutated form of

Ability Index, the very

but this was a by product of the Steal Tier, or Tier 4, of the Swallower Ability Index. Of course, Aphestus could only do this for low level beasts, so there was a heavy cap on when his ability was Tier 4 and when it was not, but Myghell seemed to

the Swallower Ability Index was that whatever was eaten had to be organic. But, clearly, not only was Myghell not bound by this, but

such a person, not only was their stamina practically

Aphestus ate a low level creature and it happened to have a sturdy bone structure, he would gain a portion of

what about Myghell? If he swallowed Force itself, what did that represent? What did it

his ability, could he give himself whatever affinity he wanted so long as he ate enough? In fact, couldn't Myghell hunt

Was something

felt. Myghell might, quite frankly, be one of the only people in existence capable of adapting to an Innate Node that wasn't his own. In fact, he was capable of adapting

swept out to his side, the casual action causing many of Myghell's forming crystalline

beauty of the

inhale ended, the devilish grin on his face having grown only wider as his gaze

to have grown an extra foot tall. His body up to his neck was covered by thick, leathery skin and

small shards suddenly growing to the size of fists hailing

"Judgement."