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.

once, the Taur Ancestors rose to their feet, the excitement in their eyes practically

size, the veins coursing throughout his body pumping. In the past, there were only faint flecks of gold, but now, they radiated a dense golden energy as though liquid

and swung to

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

snapped and crackled, and the region for countless kilometers was lit up by

nose. They leaned forward, even somewhat crossing over their own weapons as if

moment, Armand's blades gave

than wet paper. He severed flesh and bone as one, cutting into his

intent to battle was still blazing in his eyes, the golden idol to his back making that intent clear. But even

toward the cracked battle axes

cracking and fracture. Although Armand had tried to protect them with his

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 finish it quickly in the

was a moment of silence as Leonel met

he

almost the height of Leonel's construct. At that moment, he could have crushed his badge

once and Armand's head was

and foreheads, the