Dimensional Descent

A transparent and golden barrier shot up, connecting the floor and ceiling along with protecting the King and Queen behind a seemingly unbreakable shield.

The roar of a dragon sounded as an eastern version of the beast swirling about the barrier, tangling itself with other magnificent creatures of legends. Just with a glance, Leonel could see phoenixes, winged tigers, behemoths, centaurs, western dragons, unicorns, mermaids…

The number felt endless and they all roared in unison.

Even as the corpses of the royal guards splashed against the barrier, their blood incinerated to ash and wafted into the air.

BANG!

Aina's blood scythe crashed into the barrier, but it barely rippled. It only took a single glance to tell how powerful this barrier was. Let alone killing the King and Queen in their state, it would take a powerful individual of the Quasi Seventh Dimension to even think of shaking it.

The Dwarven Race weren't known for their combat prowess, but it was clear that this barrier was set up with the most powerful races of the Dimensional Verse in mind. It would definitely take a genius of the Sector Rank to shatter the barrier.

This was how the Dwarven Race closed the gap with other races. They focused on speed and evasion. Their senses were better than most and their bowmanship was especially profound. But, their greatest reliance were their traps.

This trap, though, was far more profound than anything Leonel had seen them use up to this point. If their previous Force Arts could be considered crude, this was on a level all to its own.

It was either the Dwarven Race had invited another race to draw it for them, something that was highly unlikely. Or, much like their usual scheming demeanors, they had lulled Leonel into a false sense of security with their 'crude' Force Arts, only to show their true strength when it really mattered.

beneath Seventh Dimensional materials. It was no wonder he hadn't

flickered. 'How

over a hundred meters now and a swarm of royal guards were charging after the both of them,

The spirits of the beasts stuck in the barrier swam out, diving through the marbled ground,

real thing, their stone bodies nowhere to be seen, replaced by scales, fur and rough skin that

cocking back and before snapping forward to release beams of light that shot for Leonel and

were trying to close in on him in an instant. His plan was obvious. These beams wouldn't dare to continue hitting him if they were just

bodies of the Pixies and Sparrows, not harming a hair

eyes bulged, sending this information to Aina instantly

the beam. But, a trail of scorched skin was left on his

robes. The wound on his chest

BANG!

the previously cowering nobles began to swarm Leonel

that even their previous fear and cowardice was all an act. They wanted to trap Leonel and Aina, to push them to

he weaved

onto his back again, Leonel's

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

steps back, the room he had to maneuver becoming