Dimensional Descent

Everything came to a stop. There was no moving forward, no retreating, and everything danced in the palm of Leonel's hand.

After a moment, Leonel exhaled a breath and shook his head. He looked out into the battlefield once more and his gaze flickered with rage. The casualties were atrocious, almost 10% of the Morales army was either dead beyond his means to revive, or heavily injured. There was another 10% on top of that that were dead and he might have a chance to revive if he was quick enough.

20% of an army of this caliber and size was a devastating blow, especially when the total had been at 0% for the past several days. These were the most elite of the Morales Seventh Dimensional experts. The only ones missing among them were the Nova Heirs, at Leonels request. Every loss of one was not only one less that they'd have, but it would also be a great detriment to the future potential of the Morales in the short term.

It was simply infuriating, infuriating that something like this could happen when it could have all been avoided. Maxx wasn't supposed to be his enemy, but he had made such an idiotic choice in the end.

When he spoke of killing two Suiards for every Morales that fell, he hadn't been lying, but it also wasn't just an act of rage that he wanted to mete out. The history between any two forces had to be taken into account whenever they were moving forward in any sort of conflict or cooperation.

Real Morales had died due to Maxx. Their parents would grieve, their wives and husbands would carry that pit in their hearts for a lifetime, their spouses, their children, their friends, each one would be impacted in their own way.

How could they just forget everything and move forward in cooperation with the Suiards? The original cooperation that Leonel had wanted now was dead. He had tried, he had made concessions, he had even laid down his own fury toward these families and their inaction as his father fell on his spear. And yet this was how they repaid him.

The smoldering lines of black began to appear around Leonel again, but just as quickly as they had, he snuffed them out, his gaze returning to a cold depth of indifference.

the Suiards and the Spirituals Religion to this point, but he knew

had left Maxx alone after taking the World Spirit. He had proved himself by entering the Impetus State with his Dream Force and countering Veiga. He had had no intentions of slaughtering the Half Spirituals when he came here and the entire brunt of the attention he had given had

If he came, hat in hand, trying to form alliance bonds with these two

worst case, they might attack to kill him due to his role in linking the

just to keep their families safe. Did the Spirituals Religion not send a representative that day? Did the Suiard family not place a pawn in

had been too

BANG!

land to stand on, and yet the space beneath his kneecaps cracked and shattered, forming a pseudo-land just for him. The golden dust particles around him swam and then formed powerful chains, piercing through his shoulders, his chest and then, finally

being the only one

once, felt a sense of laws that trembled their hearts and caused their

process. He didn't have to gather Force the normal way since the formation could accumulate so much