Dimensional Descent

"It felt as though an atomic bomb had exploded in the skies. The cacophony burnt eardrums, and the wall pressure of wind nearly levels the city, almost knocking the Gold-Grade territory out of the air.

The city's cloud structure, the fluffy greyness that held it up in the skies, sank considerably, bouncing against the enormous whirlpool that formed its foundation and sending a surge of war into the skies.

The resonating booms were felt bone deep, the catastrophic aftermath making the surrounding ocean for over a kilometer sink by tens of meters before a rush of water surged to replace it. This resulted in rocketing waves, devastating currents, violent twirls and towering tsunamis.

Just this singular clash, happening for only the briefest of moments, made those in the immediate surroundings feel as though the entire world was being upturned. And yet, it was just the first clash. Even after it was levied, the two Novas didn't appear in their sights again. The only sign that they were still clashing was the second resounding boom, then the third, then the fourth.

Violent and nigh invisible spheres of destruction began to appear across the skies. Every time they occurred, the devastation would appear first before the sound wave followed quickly after.

The buildings that remained intact didn't do so for long. Their windows shattered into countless pieces, their foundations cracked and shattered, they began to lean to one side of another, almost falling until the true wave of devastation hit them, burning them to ash or crushing them into flat land.

Adawarth's body drew streaks of gold in the sky while Leonel's drew lines of violet. Their movements were incomparably fast, their afterimages hardly taking shape before they moved again. After a moment, it felt as though there were dozens of the pair in the sky, each clashing with one another and then retreating to clash once more.

of a world behind them, while Leonel's spear was deathly. For the former every clash felt as though his body was being shaken by mother nature herself, the ruckus of a category five hurricane or an earthquake rated at a 10 on the Richter scale forming

body with an unmatched glory and light. There was no doubt that without his main

ambrosia he was drawing across the skies, as though the casual swipes of a god's

met the polearm of Leonel's spear, his knee driving upward in an attempt

sphere of air pressure echoed in all directions. The ground below looked as though

punching out

Emulation Spatial Force. The two swapped places instantly and the region that Adawarth was punching toward

was now vulnerable once again, but rather than turning around once more, his gaze flashed, the skies flashing as

be inherited, but Adawarth actually had one so similar

invisible to the naked eye, but this time a spinning illusory lotus flower appeared above his head, swallowing the

continued forward as though nothing had happened. First Nova was caught off guard, but

vibrational Force, coursing

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his fist causing ten destructive spheres of air pressure to form all at once, destroying the