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.

what had happened just now, but if things continued like this, there would only be one path remaining for

laughter echoed when he saw them coming. The Silver Emperor was thrown back, a slight tremble of his spear nearly shredding

his vision in the slightest. He moved with a complete lack of agility, a stumbling sort of inelegance that

through the head of the Nomad Emperor. The latter only trembled once before his head burst to pieces, his

Cloud Figure raising higher and higher into the skies before she suddenly slapped down. Her palms seemed to

lips remained in a

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 his flight to disperse some of the strength,

these people who gained the right to

through the air in a steady stream. Like beautiful

falling to the

across at Velasco's waste, its blade shimmering beneath the gold clouded skies. It looked like he had every intention of shredding Velasco

the momentum to split through to the other side. However, just

on his features was one part mocking and another part sinister. He looked down on these so-called Emperors from the bottom of his heart, the

the Rapax's tail through his body, pulling the Uh'Cerax closer to him and piercing out with his spear

sturdy carapace was like