Dimensional Descent

1972 Agreement

A tide of violet swept through the day side supercontinent. Nothing could seem to stop it.

Leonel and Little Blackstar took the vanguard, causing death and destruction. Every time they took action, the opposing armies were thrown into chaos and disorder. After they were finished, the strongest of Leonel's subordinates would rush over, splitting up the most powerful combatants and stopping them from having the opportunity to support the more average fights. Then, the army of millions would swoop in.

The army of soul constructs was relentless. They maintained the same savage air that they had during the upgrade challenge, their bloodthirst often overwhelming the enemies before them. Even when one managed to hold their ground and fight back, witnessing one rise back from the dead as though they had never been harmed in the first place was enough to shatter even the strongest morale.

By the time half of Leonel's 13 or so hours were through, his territory had already expanded by as much as 30% and the hold he had over the day side supercontinent had begun to approach as much as 60%. He suffocated and suppressed the other territories, and his blade never seemed to show mercy.

Given the circumstances, his kill rate had dropped from 100% of Heirs. It couldn't be helped, some didn't have the fortitude to stay until the final moments, or the stupidity, depending on how you looked at it. One after another, Heirs abandoned their chances at glory and vanished.

When they appeared on the glass cube once again, they gasped for breath, their expressions pale and their gazes flickering with fear. In those moments, they had truly felt the scent of death.

Seeing the states, flashes of pity couldn't help but spark in the eyes of their elders. True death was one thing, but this sort of death of the heart was another kind altogether. The image of Leonel, standing loftily atop the back of a roaring black dragon was simply far too much for them to handle.

they would never be able to raise their heads and face Leonel

His saber was bold and his courage was commendable, however he could only feel that the gap between him and Leonel only seemed to

faced, and quite frankly if it had been up to him... He wasn't sure if he would have chosen to take this

army of millions to face off against groups that were only a few

his life on the battlefield, and he knew Leonel wasn't a fool. One of the worst things a military commander could do was to overextend themselves, and there were very strong arguments for the fact that this was

city core and leave it ruins. Then, as though it was an adequate replacement, he would leave behind an outpost and move on without

to grind away at his enemies, making bold

didn't seem to notice. It wasn't a simple task to just reform the destroyed soul constructs, every time he did so another bit of his

was a great shock. A slight fatigue after what should have been doing something impossible for most was

another, though, the

truly couldn't understand the difference.

stream for most of his life. Other than being a Five Star Professional, there

he was born. He had the best teachers, the best resources, the best training.

that Leonel agreed with him as well,

of a person. As such, he was determined to use the fact he was simply born better than others to help those around him and create a world where such heartache wasn't necessary. This was why he had always