Dimensional Descent

"It all happened exceptionally quickly. With how far apart they were, even if Leonel had wanted to stop it, he couldn't. Using his Spatial Force to close the distance might have been possible, but the sudden volatile use of Force made it incredibly dangerous to do so. Then, by the time Adawarth started, if he stepped in to stop the process midway, the both of them would end up dying.

Leonel realized what Adawarth was doing immediately. He was using the powerful gravitational force of his armor, concentrating it into a single area, and then using that force to concentrate his lightning into a mighty, unstoppable blade. That was akin to infusing all the strength of his Divine Armor into his weapon, and though he would lose his Domain as a result, the trade off was more than worth it.

The Divine Armor was faulty to begin with. It was a training equipment that turned most of its pressure onto its user. Although the pressure turned onto the user would increase their individual strength by making their hits and body both harder and much heavier, there were great trade-offs to that as well, such as lower speed, less maneuverability, not to mention a much weaker stamina overall.

Against most opponents, this was enough. But against Leonel who had an exceptionally powerful body capable of withstanding his heavy hits, not to mention the fact that Leonel's speed was also able to overwhelm his own as a result of his Light Force and Spatial Force, Adawarth who was very much used to crushing those of his generation found himself at a great disadvantage.

The only choice now was to greatly increase his attack power. Usually, this could be done with his spear. This wasn't the first time he had used this technique. Although he had never needed to use it against an enemy before, he had practiced it more times than he could count. The trouble was that he had always concentrated his gravitational Force onto his spear. But just now, in desperate straits, he wondered if he could use it on other things.

Now, for the first time, he brought out this ability. Whether he lost or won, there was no doubt that in the next few weeks, his strength would grow explosively in a short time. But he didn't care about any of that, all he wanted was this victory.

The blood of the Morales rushed through his veins, his gaze reddening as his heartbeat began to accelerate once more. But this time, it wasn't due to fatigue, and it was instead due to excitement. This sort of battle... It would be his.

A wild grin spread across Adawarth's face and his usually demure and restrained personality became wild and unrestrained. He howled into the skies, raging streaks of lightning descending like pythons from the skies. They connected the clouds and ocean waters below, making the formations that had been formed by the Skies family look like nothing more than a joke now.

Adawarth's figure flickered and vanished as Leonel's gaze narrowed.

Suddenly, all the snaking streaks of lightning that were descending from the skies all pointed toward Leonel, rushing toward him. Leonel only just barely registered this as he perceived Adawarth's blade had appeared right before his face.

Adawarth's maddened gaze. Indeed, this was a taste of his own medicine. The difference was he had used the untamed seas while Adawarth had used the unruly skies. Since it was all so similar, though, Leonel really wanted to see who was

apocalypse had descended. Members of the Quarius family and Leonel's subordinates were forced to retreat into the distance. All

and the ocean had suddenly become infuriated with

spat of fury, a clash of

with wild abandon, his howls and unbridled laughter filling the skies as he attacked again and again. He came from all angles, and because the blade was so heavy, it took Leonel too long

so, Leonel's gaze continued to glow a fiercer

rush out from the joints of his armor, his spear blocked and parried, looking for an

his gaze

suddenly appeared

eyes. Their bodies bubbled and the gaps of their scales began to glow with a savage blood red light.

way of Adawarth's next wild blow, his expression

of an entirely new creature, radiating with a violet-black

though he hadn't moved an inch. It was like the only thing the entire world could focus on was his spear, fluttering through the skies as

the cadence of his movements, its snout and horns becoming the tip of

a Force Art began to grow beneath his feet, and as the dragon moved,

he couldn't even touch the hem of Leonel's clothing when this dance begun,

Force Art. Above his head was the formed

completed the final thrust, the world came to a