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.

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

forced to rapidly retreat, the shock on their faces evident. They hadn't moved initially just to make certain that

looked down at the battlefield before

years. While it was possible for them as Ancestors to cause sweeping damages to it, that

Void Battlefield entirely. Leonel

and change. The more the figure stirred, the

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

this destruction had to do something with Leonel, but they had no way to

about the thoughts and feelings of others. The more the

another,

forehead, piercing toward the skies above. His skin, cracked

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 only made them

into a flowing river of twinkling violet-red light, seeming to have neither shape nor form. It looked as

Leonel didn't want

He wanted death.