Dimensional Descent

Amery's pupils constricted. This attack was one that he hadn't been able to sense the first time, but almost as soon as his heart skipped a beat, he regained his composure. His sword seemed to improve once again.

CLANG! He struck out without even looking, his blade parrying Leonel's strike.

Leonel's spear faltered and his Force Art flickered, threatening to collapse. The greatest weakness of his Spear Dance technique was that every stroke had to be perfect. If he made even a single mistake, he would need to start again from the beginning.

This was only the second time he had used such a technique, and it was even in a completely different situation than the first time, but Amery had actually reacted to it even quicker than he had the first time. Not only had he reacted faster, but he had not just blocked, but even parried it.

A sword blade entered Leonel's chest, just barely missing his heart but still tearing a hole right through his lungs.

Before the Sword Force could explode, Leonel's cold, indifferent gaze flickered with a slight violet light. He activated [Emperor's Edict], fusing it with his mother's bubble world technique. He had long since realized that these two techniques had the very same foundation.

He contained Amery's sword strike, and in an odd occurrence, the blade separated into two pieces almost as though the front of Leonel's body had become a portal to his back, but leaving his body itself entirely unscathed.

The explosion of Amery's Sword Force occurred to Leonel's back, a strong Spatial Force warping its location. Leonel's spear recovered quickly, his eyes flickering with a calculative light as he adjusted and made up for the mistake.

down and then up once again, forming a gorgeous semi-circle of

tip and Amery's sword tip

his spear seemed to use the

over 200 exchanges, and though Leonel

stopped using their Ability Indexes at once, and they had once again both started using them again at the same

was certain. Amery's Ability Index was very much similar to Aina's, however it wasn't related to

improve, it was as though he was riding with jet fuel in his sword. Every time Leonel's Spear Dance

so, a realization was just a

across the air became firmer and less impacted by Amery's swords. His steps became lighter, his hands

the space between the two erupted. The silence

everywhere they went, but this time they were so deep that bubbling pools of magma rushed over their edges, snaking across the crevices of the

glow of Leonel's gaze seemed to

from every inch of his body, it seemed that there wasn't a single location on him that didn't contain an injury,

seemed to fuse with the image of a dance that the spectators had seen all those weeks

become a cosmos of their own. They separated, taking up points of Leonel's quickly

out of them. Dream Force. Scarlet Star