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!

appeared on Leonel's left arm. It swung down with its own undisguised menace,

after 20

stood in the same place, his

spear, pointing it at the

already killed them all. It'll probably be best if

blazed with rage, and the beauty

"Seraphina."

like an ice-cold plunge. Seraphina felt her soul rip

a shuddering breath and looked back toward Minerva,

not bad. Successfully attacking the mind of an Owlan without her even noticing is without a doubt a feat to

though it was nothing. She was truly an

How can any wife of yours be more beautiful than an Owlan? Those of my Race would never marry a human; our bloodlines have unfortunately been too diluted already

of air along with even a

immediately, looking at the woman. It was a dense sort of

enough?" Leonel suddenly

before they went back to normal, her

just wanted to make sure you know that I was going to shred you to pieces now not because your Dream Force is something impressive,

spear remained steady, pointing

Minerva Race was made up of nothing but hacks and wackjobs with delusions of grandeur and God Complexes. It seems that

My wife is much

accidentally inhaled some of the blood

hard, doing double duty, both helping her escape

Force separated and became his speed instead. He

widened, not understanding how this could be happening. She had entered Tier Nine as well, so why was it that she felt so outmatched right