Dimensional Descent

Leonel's hair fluttered, his body surrounded by powerful Artistic Conceptions. His Star conception looked almost no different from his previous Summer conception. However, the difference in its power was akin to night and day.

Leonel had already set the path for his Heavenly Body Realm comprehension after stepping foot into the core of the Milky Way Guild's Disaster World. His Summer construct was formed as the foundation of his Star construct. His Fall construct was the foundation of his Moon construct. His Winter construct became the foundation of his Planet construct. And, finally, his Spring construct became the foundation of his Meteor construct.

The Summer construct spoke for itself. Radiant Core was a dense mass of Radiant Force, a high radioactive-like Fire Elemental Force. It had strong gravitational and magnetic properties, making it both good for defense, and great for increasing Leonel's offensive output as well. Leonel often liked to use it as a core of his Blade Forces to form volatile drills.

Leonel's Fall construct was only used on occasion, but it was exceptionally powerful, it was dubbed 'A Slow Death', by him. When he released its Artistic Conception, autumn leaves would fall from the skies in gorgeous colors ranging from bright orange to somber reds and browns. It had the effect of sucking away life force, matching with Leonel's Winter construction, Withering Snowfall.

Withering Snowfall was a lot like A Slow Death but rather than targeting the life force of people, it targeted their attacks. When in effect, it felt like the Force in the area had dried up as ash fell from the skies like snowfall.

If an autumn leaf of A Slow Death touched you, you would feel sluggish and slow. If an ashfall of Withering Snowfall touched your technique, its strength would plummet…

Leonel didn't change the names of A Slow Death and Withering Snowfall, and now, they worked together better than they ever had before.

Leonel's Planet Construct became a ball of gorgeous white. Around it, Moons of red, orange and brown rotated, their very presence making one feel as though they had aged a decade. The cycles of the Moon made one feel as though time was passing at varying rates, distorting one's image of reality as though their mind had been cast into an odd illusion. At the same time, the pull of the Planet could cause Force to bend beneath its will, pushing and pulling, multiplying or eradicating…

Together, they were a perfect team, tugging on both reality and imaginary… Having evolved, A Slow Death now placed far more emphasis on 'Slow', a lulling of the mind, a false sense of security, a pulling of wool over the eyes… Likewise, Withering Snowfall placed far more emphasis on Withering now…

straightforward. As Spring, it released small droplets of golden rain, each as heavy as an anvil. And now, it released enormous rocks of golden fire, each as

mind was wrapped into all things

just wanted more. He couldn't seem to be satisfied, and he didn't seem to understand fatigue. He

his Moon conception was becoming the most warped, evolving to something that stepped beyond what should have been possible for the

more to grasp his Planet construct, and

reaching the pinnacle and touching upon a state even among other True State comprehenders, he had already fought over

though the Rapax he faced were supposed to be getting stronger, he seemed to improve even faster than they did. With every strike, his prowess increased by small percentage points. He became more acclimated

time, Leonel was given challenge after challenge worthy of his talent level. Rather than being stuck in an organization filled with those who couldn't hope to match up to him,

a trickle but it eventually

Rapax dauntlessly. He grabbed onto its throat, ripping its

appeared again, there was no

BANG!

time, it wasn't a geyser. A platform crashed against his, fusing into a makeshift arena with lethal edges and a

of geniuses shrouded in veils of gold met Leonel. There were just three of them, but each one carried their own air of haughtiness

had his mommy get

mind was still in battle mode. He hadn't even considered the idea that these people would want to exchange words.

bloody aura, a dense crimson fog fusing