Dimensional Descent

A spear appeared in Leonel's hand. It was simple, with a wooden pole arm and an obsidian blade. Despite this, the craftsmanship was exquisite.

The primitive man that had formed had taken a great deal of care and attention. Four years, in fact. Everything from the grain of the wood to the edges of the obsidian were perfectly in line.

It was light. Not by Leonel's standards, but rather by the standards of mortals. It wasn't even two pounds of weight or a single kilogram. It felt that the entire spear had been hollowed out.

And yet, the sharpness that it exuded alone seemed to press upon the throats of the entire army.

They subconsciously reached up to their necks, feeling as though they might find themselves spurting out a great amount of blood, but they turned pale when they realized there was no wound to speak of.

Rhangyl slowly opened his eyes. A wave of gold flourished in the surroundings, but it seemed to be met by a wall of obstruction before it could even cross into Leonel's sphere of influence.

He observed the situation silently, rubbing his thumb along his Bow Domain ring, but not saying much. He didn't seem intent on handing out orders either, he simply watched.

The others, who had gotten more used to Rhangyl's personality in recent days, understood what this meant. It meant that they could do as they pleased.

However, even so, no one moved.

Leonel's Dream Force was too powerful, and even without his King's Might Lineage Factor as a conduit to give shape and solidity to his will, just its form as a vast, shapeless nebula bore down on their souls.

Most of the army of hundreds of thousands found it difficult to move. Their movements were sluggish and they seemed to need to push ten times as hard just to complete a single thought.

sweat rushed down their brows with every step that Leonel took

moment, his words suddenly registered and Gregwyn's eyes went

much seriously and his talent was such that everything came easily to him. The adoration of

all stripped from him in

his four floating hands glowing crimson as the Ethereal

to a stop, closing his eyes. His rage continued to simmer in the air, but it didn't seem to continue to rise like it had

There was something here.

flashed open and he looked into the distance. After a moment, he sighed. It

was powerful.

this Spirituals Prince was, he not only didn't try to hide his

all. In just a handful of days, his power had skyrocketed and he had even

them. Ten, to be

Spiritual that had been born with nine Innate Nodes. Then that conversation got derailed because Wise Star Order was shocked to

had

didn't mean that he shouldn't. He simply didn't have much fear or reverence for anything. He had killed

the luxury of ending up in a bloody battle that

felt he had a chance at all was because he was confident that Blackstar would be able to stall Rhangyl while he killed the rest. Then they would be able to team