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!

from the skies all at once, bombarding into Xavnik before he could even realize what was happening. He had been so enraged, so infuriated, that he had completely lost himself. His vision had blurred, his only focal point being Leonel himself. But this sort of suffocating reality was exactly what caused him to be a charred mess on the

pit, looking

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 truly a surprise for Leonel, but it wasn't

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

and death were unknown to them, and they were now being crushed by wave after wave of what could only

couldn't remember ever losing. Even against the best geniuses of the Human Domain, they had always had the utmost confidence. They couldn't believe they were losing to a youth they had hardly

had only said some words and then pointed to the sky, and now

was a word that came up again and again, but it was the

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

either confident in their escape abilities or believing that Xavnik couldn't possibly get them all, especially not without destroying his

the same generation? Were they certain that this wasn't an old monster taking over the skin of a

never been this easy. They didn't know what had happened to Leonel, or maybe that break he

city walls, his expression calm as he came beside the pit that Xavnik

he was. Or maybe he did know

it's best if things end this way, go on

the same method he had on Anya's sister to keep Xavnik under his control. He could wrap up these Heir Wars