Dimensional Descent

Leonel's roar was akin to nothing that had ever been heard before. The pain and devastation were undeniable, but it was more than just that; it was a fury toward everything, a fury that burned within the deepest reaches of his very being, a fury that wanted to destroy everything in his path.

A violent wave of Dream Force spread out in all directions. It was a wave the likes of which should have only been able to be produced by a universe, a wave so large and all-encompassing that it was entirely inescapable.

That was the most shocking part of it all. The Void Battlefield wasn't destroyed under some mysterious strength, nor was it some physical force; it was destroyed for no other reason than Leonel's will descending down, wanting to see everything in his path destroyed to the greatest degree.

The Void Palace crumbled to the ground, the surrounding solar systems and galaxies quaked, even the Anarchic Force before Leonel, the arbitrator of destruction, the Force of the strongest beast of devastation to ever exist, crumbled to ashes.

Leonel's twin pair of Scarlet Star Force Innate Nodes erupted with a blinding light, tearing a pair of holes through Leonel's body and forming two burning flames on either side of his hip. Cracks began to appear in his skin, jagged and grotesque, and colored in red and gold.

It looked as though a virus was taking root in his body, but Leonel himself only seemed to continue to roar into the air.

At that moment, within the deepest depths of his mind, a figure sunken into a lake of blood was collapsed face first within without even the smallest sign of movement. The chains that had bound him had already long since shattered, but this didn't seem to have been enough to stir him awake. Right then, though, his finger twitched.

The Dream Force erupting from Leonel doubled.

The figure stirred once again.

The Dream Force erupting from Leonel doubled once more.

large the difference was getting. Leonel had already somehow awakened his Dream Force to a level that surpassed a Savant despite not being a Savant himself. But now, it seemed

destruction around him became. Even the Scholars were forced to rapidly retreat, the shock on their faces evident. They hadn't moved initially just to make certain that Velasco was dead, but the moment they had the intention to do

at the battlefield before them,

for countless years. While it was possible for them as Ancestors to cause sweeping damages to it, that was still greatly limited by

through to the end of the Void Battlefield entirely. Leonel hadn't just shattered a top

warp and change. The more the figure stirred, the

had time to see Leonel's head tilt up into the skies and for a howl the likes of which they had never

way to confirm this, and their greater logic told them that this simply didn't

feelings of others. The more the figure in the pool of

size, and then another, until

night in another, grew from his forehead, piercing toward the skies above. His skin, cracked by violent streaks of

on his face, it might even be possible to say that he was a truly beautiful creature. Every line of his scales was clearly defined, carved of the most gorgeous of gems, and carrying the reflection of the world within. The pulsing veins of Scarlet Star Force that flew through them

flowing river of twinkling violet-red light, seeming to have neither shape nor form. It looked as though he had stepped out from

Leonel didn't

He wanted death.