Dimensional Descent

Before Orinik, Rychard and Montero could react, half of their subordinates died. It was as though everything had been reversed instantaneously. The moment Leonel had grasped the weakness and the strengths of the Rain Beasts, it was over.

His clones surged forward, slaughtering the people of the Viola, Eamon and Etazi family. They used a strong Spatial Force to dodge out of the way of the other Water Force attacks and took down an enemy at a time with single strokes.

The general warriors of these three families were no stronger than the Skies family. Their only real strength came from the Rain Beasts and their special strengths. How could they withstand even a single blow from Leonel's clones, let alone Leonel himself?

Orinik seemed to see red. His immaculate style of dress immediately became disheveled as the rain of water from above ruined his perfectly groomed hair. In just a single attack, he had lost his air of superiority in its entirety.

Leonel's figure flashed as he grabbed the now palm sized Rain Beast out of the air. He stood silently in the skies, observing it as though the battle around him had little to do with him.

Fear gripped Montero. Leonel stood no more than a hundred meters from them, having crossed such a large distance as though it was nothing. Watching his people fall around him, his heart trembled uncontrollably. Unable to withstand the impact anymore, he reached for his badge, crushing it.

Leonel looked up from the adorable ball of blue cotton in his hand. In its small size, it felt much more like a living, breathing creature. It rolled around without any sort of concept of danger, making odd blooping sounds as it rolled around. It was clear that it was harmless and as innocent as a blank slate. So, Leonel didn't care to take his attention from it.

the Eamon family vanishing along with him. Instead, Leonel simply looked

him," he said

…

they had toward him, and their constant fixation on revenge, made it seem as though they were on the same playing field. Although

who hadn't. So, in Montero's eyes, Leonel was always someone that it wouldn't be a problem to deal with if they put their heads together. It was also not helpful that before all of this had happened, his confidence had been slowly growing everyday thanks to the benefits he had gained from the Cataclysm Void as an owner

his presence, the pressure he gave, his aura, Montero had entirely forgotten how to breathe. The gap was so large that

after several deep breaths, he couldn't seem to calm down at all.

"Capture him."

Just like before, Leonel had bypassed the restrictions of the Dream Force as though they weren't there, and

chill travel up

survived fair and square, this isn't right! Is the Morales family going to

Montero for him, he was sorely mistaken. He wasn't yet the Patriarch, and even if he was, no Patriarch could order around the Ancestors as he pleased, the Patriarch was a functionally lower level than them. The position was only to

a little too arrogant if he believed this. But before they could go down this line of thought much further, a mass of swirling Dark Force suddenly

hidden within. It was clear that she had more muscle than the average female, but rather than distracting from her femininity, it accentuated it, making it bolder, more exotic, more beautiful. Everything from her pale, almost