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.

happened

coming. The Silver Emperor was thrown back, a

hand and fixed his glasses with the other, the blood stain that appeared not seeming to impact his vision in the slightest. He moved with a complete lack of agility, a stumbling sort of inelegance that looked like a poor reenactment of

spear thrust forward once again, shredding through the head of the Nomad Emperor. The latter only trembled once before his head burst to pieces, his body collapsing to

higher into the skies before she suddenly slapped down. Her palms seemed to layer atop of one another across time, fusing

body stumbling and broken. He took the full brunt of the attack, but his lips remained in a grin even as more blood seeped through his teeth. He didn't

to give them the satisfaction.

Velasco Morales. It wouldn't be these people who

steady stream. Like beautiful flowing water, moving with the

apart, falling to the ground

of the Rapax Emperor, Uh'Cerax whipped across at Velasco's waste, its blade shimmering beneath the gold clouded skies. It

into his hip, ripping a path toward his spine and seemingly carrying the momentum to split through to the other side. However, just when it was

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

pulled. He ripped the Rapax's tail through his body, pulling the Uh'Cerax closer to

Rapax's sturdy carapace