Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a step and appeared high in the skies. In one hand, he held Zornoir's soul, and in the other, there was his bow. He continued looking at the soul as though he couldn't sense the trembling rage around him from the surging Spirituals. His mind truly seemed lost in thought...

And then he grinned.

He suddenly nocked Zornoir's soul onto his bow, causing the eyes of the Spirituals in the surroundings to widen in shock.

"You want a villain? I'll play the villain role for you nicely."

[Star Fusion: King's Might].

[Assimilate].

At that moment, Zornoir's soul let out endless howls as he was fused into an arrow of world-shuddering proportions. All the strength of a once mighty warrior was infused into a single weapon, pulled and stretched by the will of Leonel's King's Might and his Crafter's touch.

He manipulated the Force Arts until they were perfect for Zornoir, bringing out his full potential.

There was no doubt that King's Might was the biggest nightmare for Ninth Dimensional experts...

Once it was used, they had no chance at a rebirth. Their comprehension, their strength, was no longer their own. Instead, it became Leonel's.

What right did they have to use it to come back in that case?

Like Leonel had said, since they wanted a villain, he would give them one. Not only would he give them one, but on this day...

The Fawkes family would return.

BANG!

the air shattered the moment it left his bowstring, a long tail of rippling space being left in

troops of Spirituals felt their hearts freeze over. A single thought dominated their minds, forcing

Run.

that even

filled

Fawkes were betrayed by their own people and forced

"Today, we return."

his Fifth Dimensional strength bloomed, shocking the world as

that it wasn't

a Sixth

arrow even reached them. Their Forces were

soared by them with such speed that they froze in the skies, their bodies cracking apart. The rest of them thought that they had survived by

those were the last thoughts they had in

like porcelain. And then, a mountain in the distance crumbled, the world shaking beneath its

layering atop the cacophony of explosions. It was as though he wouldn't be satisfied until

itself shook, the might of the explosion being so

a bundle of souls. He grabbed

"[Assimilate]."

fearsome nature of the Fawkes was put on full display for all to see. It only took victory in one battle for their strength

would have already been heavily injured. As powerful as he had become, it wasn't enough for him to treat the pinnacle of the Mortal Races with impunity,

did he need

his decision. Since he was using a separate identity this time, and he was seen as a mysterious human that had come out of nowhere, he would give