Dimensional Descent

1958 Aura

Two giants stood across from one another, their auras blazing. Leonel's black spear pulsed with dense black fog, rising like a tide and forming a twin pair of menacing blades. At the same time, Armand pulled his twin axes from his back, the veins along his forearms pulsing.

Leonel's Force rippled with a dense crimson. Armand's skin seemed to redden, a white steam coming off of him as his heart seemed to rev up like an engine.

The two moved at once.

BANG!

The ground cracked, rippling Force spreading out in all directions. Despite their size, they moved like wisps of wind. For most, the only way to keep track of them was to follow the trail of white and red. The colors intertwined, connecting and separating, spinning around one another and separating, sending one flying, and then the other reciprocating.

Armand's gaze sharpened and his blood continued to heat up. After the first exchange, whatever excitement he had had for this battle had waned. He had a poor habit of being lazy. He couldn't seem to get up to do things unless there was a great battle in store for him. Not only his actions, but his face seemed to reflect this. He cared too little about many things.

However, after the second exchange, and the third, and the fourth.

His eyes began to slowly redden. His muscles grew a size and a pair of horns began to slowly manifest from his head. It seemed that with every exchange, they would grow another inch, and with them, his strength would rise explosively.

By the time they had grown to just over two feet, Leonel's combustion was being quickly suppressed.

Even so, in that moment, the two of them suddenly laughed, a booming laughter that rumbled like thunder and struck like lightning.

BANG!

Armand spread out his arms, his aura towering. The shimmering,

it appeared, his body expanded by double its original size, his aura

were quite helpless. Armand was the most talented junior to be born into their family in a very long time, maybe ever. But his laziness was a real problem. He

state of his... This was the first time they had seen it in a very long

Leonel who could bring this out of him, especially since, with their sharp eyes, they could tell that Leonel wasn't nearly enough

sense something familiar from Leonel, a familiar

it was rather that he didn't feel much was worth his effort. He wasn't interested in recognition, nor was he interested in accolades. His position in the Taur family had

some reason...

in all directions. To his back, his three Stars suddenly became

both of his axes downward without the slightest hint of mercy in his eyes. A bloodlust leaked from his body. He seemed to have forgotten about everything, even

up and Leonel's Absolute Spear Domain suddenly manifested. However, it was decidedly different from usual. Rather than a simple radiant gold, it carried a dark

axes slowing before he even

abrupt coldness. What excitement and pleasure that had been on his face seemed to

"[Star Fusion: King's Might].

the dense crimson becoming an even denser violet. It felt as though a King had descended, the spear crown on his construct's three

forward,

of his Force, something that would have shredded apart the body of almost anyone else,

BANG!

Leonel had already retracted his spear and pierced forward again. At the same time, the motion of his second and third pair of hands shifted, a large accumulation of Void Star Force appearing in the skies like surging flood dragons that descended with a