Dimensional Descent

Those words that Leonel had spoken seemed to echo in their minds again. It had been too long since he had killed anyone of note, so they had forgotten... But at this moment they were reminded once again.

As many as he came across is as many as he would kill.

He had spoken those words boldly and beneath the disdain of many. But weeks later, the crowd seemed to have grown stunned to the point of being numbed. He had really done it, even when Amery, the treasure of the Suiard family stood before him, he hadn't hesitated to strike to kill for even a single moment...

At this moment, the weight of what Leonel's actions really meant were slowly sinking in. However, it was right then that the situation suddenly changed.

Amery, who should have been on the final legs of life, suddenly reached up and grabbed Leonel's spear.

Leonel's gaze narrowed, but he only watched as Amery pulled himself from the tip of his spear, pulling back until the last of the blade was out and blood fell down his face. It was an eerie sight, one that made it look as though countless rivers of blood were dripping down the peaks and crevices of the Sword Deity.

Leonel felt an unprecedented sense of danger that didn't allow him to move. It wasn't that he couldn't move, but he didn't want to move recklessly, feeling that he had been locked onto by something. A single incorrect movement at the wrong time could take his life.

When he had learned that Amery was the fiancé of a half Spiritual Race woman, he had decided to use this opportunity to attack the latter's forehead. He thought of the possibility that Amery might have also learned a method to separate his soul from his body, allowing him to survive worse wounds than most could imagine.

If that was the case, then Amery's most vulnerable point should definitely be his Ethereal Glabella, so Leonel had struck to shatter it.

The wound that was left behind was incomparably smooth and it looked like it had caused minimal damage, but that was only because of Leonel's exquisite control. The reality was that the entire inside of Amery's skull should be nothing but mush at this moment.

Amery shouldn't even be able to think, let alone glare at him with battle intent and even move.

he took a glance into Amery's forehead through the small slit that he had created. But as he had expected, there was no Ethereal Glabella. Even though he had expected this after Amery's unexpected survival,

and he trembled just once before a large amount of Life Force from the ground below and Water Force in the air began to fuel him, quickly healing the wounds on his forehead until

had already streaked down his face. With his horns and

how you improved so quickly. After these Heir Wars are finished, I will leave the Human Domain. I would be ten times more powerful than I am now if

Leonel's spear trembled once again and his sword surged into it, slapping into his palm with

above vanished. As though the atmosphere had been ripped away, for as far as the eye could see, only a vastness of twinkling light could be

streaking stars would flash again, each time exhibiting another facet of a sword's beauty. It felt vast and

through, leaving behind the Natural Light

known that the Universal Forces were the only method through which those of lower Dimensions could battle those above them. Of course, the likes of Leonel and Aina had proven this to be untrue as overwhelming talent and comprehension

Seasons Realm allowed those of the Fourth Dimension to battle those of the Fifth...

Realm allowed those of the Seventh Dimension

It was as exaggerated as the difference of night and day that

chuckled. His unmoving

is that what it was?

SHUU! SHUU!

the air twice in quick succession,

prominent role. At that moment, just a single clone was formed,

was real. What made it even more difficult to accept was the fact that the "clone", or at least the one that wasn't holding

The White Lion Bow.

trembled, a heart-shuddering aura taking shape as he vanished, appearing high

of me isn't enough,