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!

were deflected as a Shield suddenly appeared on Leonel's left arm. It swung down with its own undisguised menace, bashing against Seraphina's head and distorting her beautiful face

shot backward, barely stabilizing herself after 20 or so meters due

place, his irises

raised his spear, pointing it at the

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

with rage, and the beauty

"Seraphina."

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

back toward Minerva,

Successfully attacking the mind of an Owlan

her tongue as though it was nothing.

any wife of yours be more beautiful than an Owlan? Those

light and full of air

at the woman. It was a dense sort of silence, only somewhat buffeted by the rolling winds and heavy breathing of

that long enough?" Leonel

before they went back to normal, her cheery self

pieces now not because your Dream Force is something impressive, but

spear remained steady, pointing right

nothing but hacks and wackjobs with delusions of grandeur and

My wife is much more beautiful

so fast that she accidentally inhaled some of

duty, both helping her

instead. He closed the distance even faster, his spear appearing before her

be happening. She had entered Tier Nine as well, so why was it that she felt so outmatched