Dimensional Descent

Leonel immediately shot backward, landing by Aina's side. He crossed the face of Rowan without even glancing his way, his eyes still locked onto the surging waters and flickering shadows.

These newcomers seemed to move slowly, but their speed was exceptionally fast. They almost instantly split into two groups, one converging onto the Rapax and the egg, while the others fanned out, clearly wanting to deal with the youths of the Void Palace.

Almost the instant they did, Leonel felt an odd shift in the atmosphere. Several heads turned in his direction, their faces obscured by the shadows to the point even their body shapes were hard to make out. Whether they were male or female, fit or slim, even their heights seemed to wildly fluctuate, making Leonel's calculations reboot every other second.

A chilling wind nipped at Leonel's neck, but his gaze only became colder. What was immediately obvious was that these individuals couldn't break the rules of the Rapax either. They were all most definitely either within the Fifth Dimension or the low Sixth Dimensional Tiers.

Leonel's gaze sharpened. He couldn't afford to use this as an experiment any longer. This wasn't the time to train. It was a time to focus on survival.

"Aina."

"Yes."

"Go all out."

BANG!

Both of their auras skyrocketed, intertwining in a blazing pillar. One side of blinding white gold and red. Another side of dense black and crimson.

appeared before them both, only

BOOM!

What an unexpected find. Be a good little boy and tell me where you got your Lineage

morph, becoming two glistening bat wings that reflected hues of silver from time to time as though it had trapped the rays

upturned, forming a sneer. "I'm pretty interested in where

battle ax. Even facing the two of them, its feet dug into the ground, its powerful legs pushing back without losing out in the slightest. However, it soon burst into a fit of laughter that grated on the ears, making Leonel feel as though a fork

have not met a boy so arrogant and ignorant in my

wings of the shadow flexed. An uncontrollable strength pulsed down Leonel's arms. He immediately found his balance shifting, his attempts at forcing down and fighting

allowing his wings to unfurl from his back once more. He realized in that moment that there was no sense

gold erupted across his skin, hiding the dense

that moment, his speed skyrocketed, the golden blade of his spear shimmering with

and the black fog that came

shot forward in unison, their blades practically intertwining and leaving wild streaks of shimmering,

Crown erupting. Radiant

attacks wild. Each movement carried with it an explosive

to instinctually react to every action Leonel took. Despite it having been

before the shadow's throat, only to instantly find a wing in its path. However, as though he had expected exactly this much, he had already moved, his figure vanishing and appearing to its back. His spear snaked forward as though its trajectory had never changed, piercing toward the back of the shadow's

stance firm and her battle ax swinging in an upward arc. The momentum of her string was so fierce that its polearm warped and bent, the crashing sounds of wind pushing against its blade making one

of the shadow had long since faded. It was impossible to tell what sort of state it was in or if it had even bled once since this battle began. However, its lack of a word