Dimensional Descent

Velasco raised his spear, his gaze red. But it was hard to tell if it was because of his emotions, or if it was because of the blood flowing across every inch of his body, only obstructed by the black chains that layered atop of it. Even so, the tip of his spear was as steady as could be.

Maybe one of the first things a new spearman would learn was how to raise and hold their spear. Those that learned fast would learn the importance of a steady blade, one unmoved by fatigue and imbalance. It was the foundation of the fundamentals, both the most basic and the most perfect.

It could be said that there were absolutely no flaws in Velasco's form. When he raised his spear, the world itself grew steady as though influenced by his calm.

The expressions of the Ancestors and Four Great Families changed.

The Silver Emperor took action first, moving swiftly. His face as placid as ever, he didn't seem to notice the danger that stood before him at all, he couldn't feel the hidden sharpness or the soaring spirit. He moved like a puppet would, emotionless, uninspired, plain and ugly, a contrast so completely against everything Velasco stood for.

Velasco took a step forward, his body swaying with weakness, but the tip of his spear just as steady.

Velasco's spear and that of the Silver Emperor's clashed, the latter crumbling to ash.

It was the simplest of stabs, but it tore a gaping wound in the Silver Emperor's shoulder, shredding apart the dominant arm on his spear.

and shaken, realized that they couldn't stand idly by. They didn't know what had happened just now, but if things continued like this, there would only be one

Silver Emperor was thrown back, a slight tremble of his spear nearly

moved with a complete lack of agility, a stumbling sort of

The latter only trembled once before his head burst to

she suddenly slapped down. Her palms seemed to layer atop of one another across time, fusing one another's afterimages until they suddenly snapped into place

to react, his body stumbling and broken. He took the full brunt of the attack, but his lips remained in a grin even as more blood seeped

this was simply his father's pride. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Even if it meant taking the full brunt of the attack, never being able to take advantage of

be these people who gained the right to

simple thrust. The blade glided through the air in a steady stream. Like beautiful flowing water, moving with the grace of laminar flow, It appeared before the

head burst apart, falling to

blade shimmering beneath the gold clouded skies. It

his spine and seemingly carrying the momentum to split through to the other side. However, just when it was half way

with a steady hand. The expression on his features was one part mocking and another part sinister. He looked down on

He ripped the Rapax's tail through his body, pulling

carapace