Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked Anya in the eyes, his flaming arm burning through her chest.

Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing other than a puff of black smoke came out. All of her arrogance, all of her condescension, all of the prim and proper words she had spoken, vanished into the wind along with the ashes of her body.

Just because Leonel hadn't used elaborate illusions before, didn't mean he was incapable of it, it just meant that he couldn't be bothered to waste his Dream Force on her. But since she wanted to continue to push and push, speaking as though she was on the same level as him, above him, even, he chose that there was nothing more to do than to properly put her in her place... Forever.

Assimilation worked very specifically. It was best used with souls, but if Leonel wanted to use it on himself, there were restrictions, namely he had to be compatible with what he was Assimilating to receive the best possible results. This didn't mean that he couldn't Assimilate certain things, but rather that doing so would weaken them a large measure.

For example, when he Assimilated Lionel, the results were immediate and extremely powerful. But when he Assimilated the Force canceling Savant, it was much weaker, so much so that he had to be in direct contact with Anya's spear to dispel its strength.

These restrictions were far lesser when he used them on actual souls, but he clearly wasn't a soul, he also had a body to filter things through. This was another reason why having a fully separated soul was such an advantage, it gave one the purest chances to be powerful.

This aside, the combination of an illusion and Leonel's attack was far too much for Anya to handle. The moment he got into her range, her strength was meaningless. Everything his fist contacted dispelled her Force. She didn't even have a chance to protect herself.

When he looked toward the Scholars this time, their reactions were fierce. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

Clearly, they had known that Anya and Harmony were truly just a single person. This was none other than Anya's Ability Index, an interesting method of cheating death. However, this death right here was the truest death... There was simply no coming back.

"Rise." Leonel said coldly.

Anya's ashes had barely dispersed when they were suddenly ripped out of the air, a powerful torrent of violet Force rising as she took shape once again.

a Valkyrie-like armor that seemed to

took a knee in the skies, her face filled with reverence. Every ounce of her holier than thou attitude had vanished, replaced by

so, Anya didn't dare to look up, waiting for Leonel's motion to rise. Leonel, however,

not weak in the slightest. He hadn't suffered even a single injury, but the armor of the Silver Emperor was beaten and broken, the four members of the Great Families all had blood trickling down the corner of their lips, and the Emperors of the various Races were

against so many, he seemed to be in a league of his own, using nothing

firmly upon his nose as though he was leisurely reading as opposed to fighting a battle to decide

again, these people didn't show any signs of retreat, even the arrogant Imperatress Anselma had

uncomfortable feeling was coming from. He simply wanted the world to burn to the

then that it

spear appearing for just a

allow it to exist, but the residual Force that came with it didn't show any signs of slowing, the lag of the Regulator unable to

into the skies instantly, a wild grin on his face. He seemed to have expected this, his body

hand, a spear

of silver, gold and black took shape. Even without the imaging ability of the

Velasco's helmet took shape and his visor snapped down, whether by coincidence or not, he looked down at his son, a look that Leonel had never seen in

like it usually was. Rather, it was a pride in his Seed, in his son, his own flesh and

Velasco knew that

said in a voice filled with

His aura soared.

his

Eighth Dimension, it surpassed the state that the Regulator felt