Dimensional Descent

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Leonel raised up his hands. "Why all of this animosity?"

Suddenly, Leonel's hands shifted and he pointed his two forefingers up to the sky as he shook his head. He looked as though he was reprimanding Xavnik for being too reckless. What was this, he was still the leader? How was it helpful for him to get so hot-headed?

RUMBLE.

Xavnik only now seemed to realize that there was a storm brewing in the skies. The gloominess of the earlier atmosphere made it easy to ignore, plus it hadn't mattered to him much if it rained or not; what difference did it make?

But once again, seeing Leonel's smiling expression, he began to rethink his whole life. He double-thought and triple-thought through things, his self-doubt creeping up from all corners.

He roared into the skies, his frustration reaching a breaking point as he thrust his spear forward. He seemed to cleave the skies in two, a truly devastating attack that almost threatened to disperse the coming storm above. He didn't seem to care about anything anymore; if he couldn't guess what Leonel would do next, he would just crush it with brute strength. What good were schemes in the face of absolute strength?!

Unfortunately, in his rage, he seemed to have forgotten that Leonel had the Spear Domain Ring. And, even if he hadn't... What good was a spear in the face of a True Spear Sovereign?

The powerful attack that caused the sky and earth below to split suddenly dissipated when he entered the range of Leonel's Absolute Domain. It no longer even had to touch him, collapsing tens of meters away.

Leoenl clicked his tongue. "I tried to warn you."

"YOU-!"

BANG!

what was happening. He had been so enraged, so infuriated, that he had completely lost himself. His vision had blurred, his only focal point

in a pit, looking into

responsible for wiping out several Heir-Grade upgrade challenge armies, except while those had targeted many, he was the only target for this one. It could be said that the fact he was still alive at all was

also true. Ever since he had awakened from that odd dream, he felt as though the entire world was nothing more than a joke. He didn't even have to put much effort into crushing his so-called enemies. It only took a few

of chaos. Their commander's life and death were unknown to them, and they were now being crushed by wave after wave of what could only be described

geniuses of the Human Domain, they had always had the utmost confidence. They couldn't believe they were losing to a youth they had

even lifted a finger. From start to finish, he had only said some words and then pointed

word that came up again and again,

escaped outright, looking for places to hide. Although they had left Xavnik, they too had an innate trust in his abilities and as such, many of them had been so certain that he would still win that their only thoughts were of looking for places to hide so that they

couldn't possibly get them all, especially not without destroying his reputation further. But even these people had still believed

that they were of the same generation? Were they certain that this wasn't an

Human Domain didn't know how to respond to this situation. They had seen Leonel create miracle after miracle, but it had never been this easy. They didn't know what had happened to Leonel, or maybe

the pit that Xavnik was in and then dove within, picking up Third Nova by his

Xavnik was still in a daze, not quite knowing where he was. Or maybe he did know and simply didn't want

things end this way, go on your way,"

flashed with a deep purple light. Clearly, he planned to use the same method he had on Anya's sister to keep Xavnik under his control. He could wrap up these Heir Wars quickly and then take his time to interrogate