Dimensional Descent

Leonel's spear was surrounded by a spiraling red-gold and silver-gold light. It wrapped around it tightly, dancing as though they had minds of their own. His arm and his spear seemed to have become one. By extension, his armor and his spear seemed to have likewise fused into one.

The phantom of a roaring barely took shape, his three long fox tails continuing to stir the clouds in the skies. Across from him, Amery seemed to have grown a size, towering to over seven feet. His horns were menacing, and the depths of his crimson eyes looked as though one was staring into the depth of an erupting volcano.

His swords trembled slightly under the tightness of his grip, one dripping with a viscous Force that looked no different from streaks of thick blood, and the other emitting plumes of endless Dark Force so dense that the shape of its body was impossible to spot perfectly.

The skies trembled around the both of them, the muted hums of their weapons causing mountains to quake and the air to split around them, unwilling to get close for fear of being severed to their very roots.

BANG!

Leonel moved with an impossible to track speed, the billowing steam of Force surging from the valves of his Divine Armor becoming a pair of fiery wings that blotted out the skies.

Amery didn't seem to move an inch, or rather, his legs didn't. His arms instead became blurs, meeting the dance of Leonel's spear without a hint of calm. His aura became savage, his blades wanting for blood and his gaze piercing like streaks of red lightning.

It seemed to slip in and out of the shadows, a

sword was akin to crashing waves. It was heavy and relentless, carrying the weight of the earth

and smoothness was undeniable. Sometimes it was speedy, others time forceful, yet other times crafty and still yet direct. His skill alone made spear masters blush with shame, they couldn't fathom such a use having grasped such a skill in a weapon they had dedicated

two didn't seem to be moving at all. If it wasn't for the blur of their arms and the destruction of the world around him, it would

it was as though each were wielding dozens of blades. Amery's swords appeared from all sorts of angles, hundreds of blade tips and edges separating through space, attacking Leonel from all sides. As for Leonel's spear, even when he seemed to strike out just a single time, it was dispersed through both space and time, layering atop one another and making it seem as though he had endless pairs of arms

collapse entirely. In the end, this wasn't a true Eighth

of them were

the clouds. As darkness fell, it felt as though the brightness of the sun was still

constantly fought to erode Amery's Gaia Force. At the same time, Amery's Gaia Force was like an anchor, sinking into

Spatial Force forced Amery's Dark Force to continuously manifest itself. Under its strength it was as though it wasn't allowed to be formless and shapeless, grasped by the power of Leonel's control over space. Whether it chose to

battle of this pair of Sword and Spear Sovereigns were occurring both in reality and within the void. The amount of foresight and skill it was taking for

just the Force, but rather the blade itself that had vanished. In that moment, it became clear that Amery's sword