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.

how 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 to be that he was pushing even further beyond those bounds,

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

down at the battlefield before them, their

It withstood the wear and tear of Anarchic Force for countless years. While it was possible for them as Ancestors to cause sweeping damages to it, that was still greatly limited by

they could see through to the end of the Void Battlefield entirely. Leonel hadn't just

change. The more the figure stirred, the

tilt up into the skies and for

Leonel, but they had no way to confirm this, and their greater logic told them that this

The more the figure

grew a size, and then another, until he was

skies above. His skin, cracked by violent

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

to have neither

Leonel didn't

He wanted death.