Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Mr. Mostert <3 5/6]

A tiny fist appeared before Leonel's chest in a flash, and he didn't even seem capable of reacting in time.

The fist collided, that slender form packing the strength of a meteor's explosion. It didn't even seem certain that Seraphina's strong suit was the fist, but it didn't seem to matter...

Until she realized that Leonel hadn't moved.

"Don't use Dream Force like that," Leonel said lightly, "you'll only embarrass yourself."

Seraphina blinked and then suddenly smiled a beautiful smile. "You're saying such harsh words to a beauty, don't you feel bad?"

"You're not nearly as beautiful as my wife. You'd be better off being a vulture with those wings of yours."

Seraphina was stunned into silence. She had never heard anyone talk to her like that before; she didn't even know how to react...

Until the rage came.

Her white-gold arcs gained a tinge of pink as her anger flared up. She stopped using Dream Force like Fist Force; she hadn't even comprehended Fist Force in the past, she just thought that it would be more than enough to deal with Leonel.

Her wings spread out. As though embroidered in golden leaf metals, they shimmered, slashing down with menace and murderous intent.

Leonel's spear, still aimed toward the ground, suddenly flickered.

BANG! BANG!

down with its own undisguised menace, bashing against Seraphina's head and distorting her beautiful face into an

after 20 or so meters due

the same place, his

pointing it at the

one else coming. I've already killed them all. It'll probably be

rage, and the beauty actually

"Seraphina."

plunge. Seraphina felt her soul rip out of her body, only to be deposited right

and looked back toward Minerva, her eyes flickering with

an Owlan without her even noticing is without

her tongue as though

lie. How can any wife of yours be more beautiful than an Owlan? Those of my Race would never marry a human; our

and full of air

sort of silence, only somewhat buffeted by the rolling winds and heavy breathing of

that long enough?" Leonel suddenly

they went back to normal, her cheery self

to make sure you know that I was going to shred you to pieces now not because your Dream

spear remained steady, pointing right at Minerva's perfect

with delusions of grandeur and God Complexes. It seems that while you didn't

said. My wife is much

fast that she accidentally inhaled some of the blood that was pooling

both helping her escape

control, the Dream Force separated and became his speed instead. He closed the distance even faster, his spear appearing before

entered Tier Nine as well, so why was it that