Dimensional Descent

1959 Emptiness

When Armand looked up, he could seem to see Leonel's gaze. Despite the armor, despite the construct, despite the rippling obstructions of Force, he could still feel it.

It was a gaze of dominance, a gaze that demanded submission, a gaze that wanted to crush the pride in his heart and force it into obedience.

An absolute defense circulated around Leonel. An absolute offense graced the tip of his spear. And with a step, a flawless synergy seemed to be formed.

The blade of his black spear grew and dwarfed Armand's blades in the blink of an eye.

"Kneel."

It was just a single word, just a single syllable, just a single breath. However, the world seemed to change colors.

When the tip of Leonel's spear appeared before him this time, Armand saw that it was bathed in a violet light as well. Sometimes, the essence of a spear technique didn't need a long phrase behind. Often an emotion didn't need a long explanation attached to it. Leonel's spear seemed to embody this, and it demanded surrender.

The unwillingness bubbled up from deep with Armand and his battle intent quickly turned to fury.

BANG!

At that moment, the shimmering image behind him solidified and grew with a towering majesty. The form of a golden minotaur stood. Its horns shimmered like two gems, its body looking as though it was carved of the most precious gems.

at once, the Taur Ancestors rose to their feet, the excitement in their

there were only faint flecks of

roared and swung to meet

collided and the world fell into silence for just a moment before everything seemed to be

snapped and crackled, and

Armand were practically nose to nose. They leaned forward, even somewhat

that moment, Armand's blades

spear descended, slashing across his chest as though it was nothing more than wet paper. He severed flesh and bone as one,

coughing up a mouthful of blood, and then another. The intent to battle was still blazing in his eyes, the golden idol

cracked battle axes in

grade. After their first few exchanges, they had already shown signs of cracking and fracture.

but he had refused to do so. These Heir Wars weren't about his own selfish desires to do battle, his goal here was bigger. He was already indulging enough by fighting Armand alone and not teaming up with Aina to

moment of silence as Leonel met Armand's

battle," he

on a knee, he barely had to, his increase in size having been enough that even while down, he was almost the height of Leonel's construct. At that moment, he could have crushed his badge and escaped, but seeing the slaughter of his clansmen around

spear trembled once and Armand's head

family fell into silence. Veins popped across their forearms and foreheads, the heat