Dimensional Descent

Somnus' eyes widened. He was in a genuine state of shock.

His first and the most reasonable conclusion was that the teleportation device had malfunctioned for them too, so of course they were here....

But then where was everyone else?

And why weren't they surprised as well? Shouldn't they feel fear seeing him, a Demi-God, standing in their presence without anyone to check or regulate him?

And then he watched as Leonel slowly pulled out a spear. It flashed out from a depth of nothingness before his body was covered in an amorphous armor with neither shape nor form outside of something vaguely humanoid.

Leonel didn't speak a word, but the previous words echoed in Somnus' mind nonetheless.

He had said that his words would cost him his life, and here he was to collect.

Somnus suddenly began to laugh. "Is this what I look like to other people? Overly confident? Overly brash? Prideful to a fault?

"You have no idea the gap between mere Mortals and Demi-Gods, but you came here to flaunt your insignificant wealth?"

Leonel's spear tip trembled, every downward stroke causing a ripple of flames to spark.

As he walked forward, Aina stood in silence, crossing her arms and not saying a word. The current Somnus was beyond Leonel right now, she knew that. But the measure by which Leonel won wasn't based on raw strength nor the common senses either.

Regardless of what the raw stats said... she felt that he had a 100% chance of victory.

So she stood there, her hair silently blowing in the wind as her husband continued to walk forward, his gait slow but steady. Every step looked precise, the same amount of distance apart, the same level of pressure, the same time from raise of foot to its descent.

And with every step he took, it seemed a new ability flourished.

of bronze that

Step.

and their soles beginning to pop and sizzle with strands of smoking embers... His Destruction

Step.

with dense silvers and golds... His Dream

Step.

"Yip! Yip!"

found in

Step.

punching out with

BANG!

Spear and fist met.

like a joke for him to face off against him even if he wasn't a Mortal, and a weak-Raced Mortal at

injured as well? He literally couldn't stop coughing up blood before? How'd he manage to heal

In fact, the casual punch alone made several fissures and fractures appear on

[Domain].

[Universe].

Leonel's crown shimmered...

[Finality].

a change to his expression, but he was

"What...?"

out three times in quick succession. His armor thrummed and his spear tip passed through complex Force Arts that threatened

BANG! BANG! BANG!

away his Force and crushing his defenses... well, the amount of Forces he could use

point that

the addition of his Sovereignty that the latter couldn't even muster

a sole right on Somnus' chest and sending him