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.

path forward seemed to vanish into the air, the geniuses that should have been here to participate and compete with them flowing out of the way one after

to spare them a single glance as

had flourished completely, entering the senses of those in the surroundings. However, rather than sneering

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

that could be dismissed with the wave of a hand, but the reality made this far from the case. Not even a year ago, Leonel was only

Might flourishing in all directions. He had never been more focused in his life, and the result was a 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 to. In fact, Aina's own presence seemed to fuse and multiply Leonel's own, the resonance between the two of them causing the Force

their bodies, had become extraordinarily difficult. The appearance of two Sovereigns was

their ships narrowed. Leonel's words from just a month ago seemed to echo in their ears

with sparkling gazes, their blood rushing through their veins and their bronzed skin flushing red like melting metal. Oh how they wished to be young once

statement couldn't have been more clear. His attire spoke volumes, and it was a statement that was ringing throughout

come to fight, he had come for glory.

the outcome was

Ancestor Alvaro

no need for any more words. Seeing the look in Leonel's eyes, it was clear that he was finished talking. He hadn't even looked toward his fellow Nova brothers even a single time. As his Spear Force

stepped forward, spreading his hands out 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, when he moved, the world seemed to move with him, the momentum of an Eighth Dimensional powerhouse

Dream Force pervaded the region and descended upon the