Dimensional Descent

Leonel held his hands out and the earth rolling in the skies fell like a rain of meteors. Fire wrapped around them like a vortex and suddenly the dark and gloomy in-between world became lit ablaze.

Grimm unleashed a roar, three glaives appearing in his hands. The one he used with his main body was the largest, having a polearm of over two meters and a curved blade of an entire meter on its own.

The ones his floating hands held were smaller, but only relatively so. They moved with an added nimbleness, dancing through the air with the agility of an assassin's short sword.

He seemed to form a formation all by himself, a rolling wave of glaive blades filling the skies and crisscrossing with menace as they faced off against the falling meteors.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A rain of rock fell. Grimm's entire body felt like it was on fire, the effort it had taken was beyond what it should have. He didn't understand how earth that was so tough could be so easily controlled by someone like this...

His eyes suddenly widened.

Leonel appeared before the man like a ghost, his spear dancing through the wind as though gliding upon its coattails. And much like the wind, it felt ubiquitous and omnipresent, appearing exactly where it was needed and suffocating all those that wanted to avoid it.

Grimm's eyes practically glazed over, his heart skipping several beats. It was the most beautiful spear he had ever seen.

Leonel had spent a long time as a layman of the spear. There was even a point in his life where even Amery dared to say that he didn't deserve to wield a spear at all.

Leonel however, could dazzle the world with a single

glaives met, Grimm hurriedly retreating to regain the initiative with some space. However, he felt his movements suddenly become sluggish as Leonel's own accelerated. It was as though the friction in

a Domain of sorts. The Universal Force cascading down from above seemed to be

he was completely unable to use Universal Force. No, it was more accurate to say that he was unable

powerhouses of the Complete Worlds. Even youths found it extremely difficult. Aina herself didn't battle

more ways than

mask that covered Leonel's face grinned

skies once more. But this was on a completely different level entirely. It felt like a

BANG!

instantly overwhelmed. He tried to circulate his Force, but once again, he found that it was incredibly

a white-silvery light. The blades of his glaives came together in a tri-tip and swung down as one. The blade lights fused into one and more than tripled in

landed heavily on the tips of his toes, but as though he was pushing against an immovable

breath, blood leaking from his lips

battle you can partake

Wicked, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see an excessive amount of strength coming from this

didn't know how Wicked could survive now that the gateways were gone, did he even have the strength to break through another

even look at Grimm, his brows