Dimensional Descent

"I'll give you one chance; Leave now or I'll kill every last one of you;"

Leonel suddenly spoke for the first time and a sudden vacuum seemed to form beneath his presence; Every single Brazinger family member suddenly felt that they had been locked onto as Leonel slowly took out his bow;

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all as he knocked a single arrow; closing his eyes as he hovered in the skies;

The current state of Leonel's archery was greater than it ever had been before, and it was more than just because of his fragmented Bow Domain Lineage Factor or even the improvements to his Bow Force; It was entirely due to the fact that he was one against using real arrows instead of Force forged arrows;

In the past, Leonel couldn't justify spending hours to even days Crafting arrows; At best, if he really cared, he might Craft one or two that could be used in a pinch as an ultimate sort of trump card, but otherwise, it was better to use bows that had an auxiliary effect of forming Bow Force arrows;

This ultimately weakened his bowmanship somewhat; Many would assume that the bow was the more important part of an archer's arsenal, but there were many schools of thought that treated the arrow as an asset that was just as important;

Leonel was of the belief that this was nonsense; but that didn't mean that he didn't understand the kind of deterrence and boost powerful arrows could have; It wasn't just a small boost either; His power as a bowman would easily double;

It could only be said that the Brazinger family members who were still readying their charge had no idea what they were getting into; They didn't heed Leonel's words and they would suffer for it;

The current Leonel didn't have to painstakingly Craft every single arrow; He only had to forge a single one; and now; even while he wasn't paying any attention to it; the Segmented Cube was mass producing arrows of top tier quality at a rate he simply couldn't match;

Bow; a resplendent white gold arrow trembled in his fingers; swirling with powerful strands of Sixth Dimensional

officer who had come to deal with Leonel felt his heart skip

of spaceships were gearing up their canons in case they were needed while the frontline spaceships all

head patrol officer met Leonel's cold gaze, a deep sense of regret

TWANG!

the blink of an eye; accelerating not just once; but three times through the air; Every blast left devastating in its wake; sending shockwaves in all directions and

PCHU!

so tiny and small that it wasn't noticeable at first glance; In fact, for the long while of silence that followed

But then…

BANG!

shock was etched onto his face; but he was entirely incapable of reacting; Just like that; a genius that could have made a name for himself

time all of this had happened; though; Leonel

nor did he seem to strain or struggle; Every arrow he released; no matter how hard their targets tried to dodge;

the canons! Prepare

another stepped in right away, relaying

as they spoke, Leonel's arrow split their head

and a radiant crimson arrow appeared, etched with ancient and oppressive runes. Even before it was nocked, the temperature of the surroundings seemed to skyrocket, almost

"Die," he said lightly.