Dimensional Descent

Leonel's arrow tore through the skies with such speeds that booming concentric circles of volatile air formed an enormous cone around it, rippling out in all directions.

Each one would start as small as the tip of the arrow and then bloom outward so far that it seemed that all the glass windows in the entire city were blown out in an instant of time.

The first wave broke them into pieces. The second wave crushed them even further. The third turned them into volatile particles in the air so small that they could be breathed in. And the fourth turned them to nothing.

When the arrow finally reached Zornoir, he exploded the instant the tip of the arrow touched him.

[Finality].

Leonel exploded with over 10 times his strength in an instant, causing a firework of blood and gore to rain down from the skies before they were vaporized by the fifth pulse.

It was truly an arrow to end all arrows.

Leonel grinned, grabbing at the air and pulling Zornoir's soul down and into the palm of his hand. Even with all that destruction, he was perfectly intact, painting the perfect picture of Leonel's level of control.

He had forgotten how fun it was to use the bow. By default, he always brought out his spear, partly because of his Lineage Factor and partly because back then, his White Lion Bow had fallen behind considerably in strength compared to what he could take out from the Spear Domain Ring.

But now that he could create his own weapon, and his Lineage Factor had evolved, he felt he shouldn't neglect his bow as much.

The main problem was honestly his Constellation. It was clearly better suited to boosting his spear and his Divine Armor. If he changed it too much, it would begin impacting the other Morales.

He hadn't forgotten about them, it was just that... he felt it was difficult to face them.

They had lost their friends, their family, and he, their Patriarch, wasn't there when they needed him most.

fault, and he even held some resentment toward his grandfather for pulling him away like that without a word,

chance to reform

would be able to comprehend the Constellation Realm ahead of time. The Demoness would have never allowed them to continue as constructed, it would constitute

fists and exhaled. He released his grip when he was just about to crush

"Three... two..."

that moment, the skies shook as several auras

smile spread across Leonel's

"How dare-"

tuned out the rest, cleaning out his ears. He didn't have the patience for the soap opera-like corny lines. Sure, it sounded all very real and good. After all, you'd be highly pressed to find better actors

Force like Leonel, seeing through the quirks in their soul fluctuations was so easy

mental health, it was best he didn't

the skies, facing off against the small troop

come already, will

...

platforms are shut

his frown hidden from the world. All around him, he could hear the complaints of those that wanted to get to the Ma'at Bubble, but couldn't because all

was,

end, he couldn't hold himself back. But he knew that there was no way that he could appear out in the open. Not only had he left behind a body double, he had snuck out with

the pitfalls, and he knew how to protect

until he got here and found out that

described in that letter. But if someone really is luring me here, then

Aerin's expression suddenly changed.

Could it be?

I need to