Dimensional Descent

The difference was striking.

Everyone was prepared for war. As far as the eye could see, there were armors, sharpened blades, gauntlets and pauldrons galore, and yet Leonel and Aina appeared as though they were strolling to a gala.

No matter who it was, even those that would have the intention of directly ignoring him from the very start, they all couldn't help but look.

In this sea of Seventh Dimensional experts, there were only two in the Sixth Dimension, and both of them were right before their eyes. Leonel hadn't chosen to bring one of his Seventh Dimensional guards. Instead, he had chosen to bring his Queen, his wife, his woman.

Bold. Unrestrained. Arrogant.

As he strolled forward, a radiant halo seemed to form above his head, a suffocating presence exuding from him. Despite the fact that he was clearly in the Sixth Dimension, his momentum seemed to suppress all those around him, but what was even more surprising was that the gorgeous woman by his side carried an air of dignity and majesty that was no less oppressive.

Golden Forces seemed to appear and vanish around Leonel just as quickly. He descended through the depths of space with fluttering steps, this golden Force forming flying doves and gliding butterflies. It was such a magical scene that it took even Eighth Dimensional existences several seconds before they realized that this golden Force was actually Spear Force!

Their pupils couldn't help but constrict. They had never fathomed that Spear Force could be used in this way. It was alive, breathing. It was beautiful and seemed to lack the edge of blood and carnage that a spear should have had, and yet it was no less intimidating, in fact, it was more so.

thoughts of obstructing their path forward seemed to vanish into the air, the geniuses that should have been here to participate and compete with

Leonel nor Aina seemed to spare them a single glance

senses of those in the surroundings. However, rather than

"A year really is too long, by then I'll be in the

made this far from the case. Not even a year ago, Leonel was only

pressure more suffocating than anything he had ever exuded before, a pressure which, just like always, seemed to be something only Aina was entirely indifferent

become extraordinarily difficult. The appearance of two Sovereigns was

of the elders and various Ancestors standing on their ships narrowed. Leonel's words from just a month ago seemed to echo in their ears once

their blood rushing through their veins and their bronzed skin flushing red like melting metal.

more clear. His attire spoke volumes, and it

was a King. The others had come to fight, he

him, the outcome was

Alvaro

his fellow Nova brothers even

wide as his aura flourished. He was a man who looked like he had a foot in the grave, even his balding head was covered in dark age spots. Even so,

Force pervaded the region