Dimensional Descent

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"He shouldn't be this strong," Peacock said softly. He could feel the pressure of Leonel's steps and none of this was like what the reports said it would be.

Like he had said earlier, they already felt that sending this many was overkill. It was just that to compensate for any error in judgment, plus taking into account that they might hide away in the Dream Pavilion, the Invalids had decided that it was best to send a large army.

What they didn't expect was that not only would Leonel not huddle up and hide in the Dream Pavilion like they assumed he would, but he would come to match their might in a relentless fury...

All on his own.

Or so it seemed.

"Yip! Yip!"

Little Blackstar suddenly appeared on Leonel's shoulder. Leonel hadn't called him out, but the little guy had sensed the agitation and chose to make an appearance.

Without even the need to exchange a word between the two of them, they seemed to have already formed a tacit understanding and they suddenly split into two.

Leonel flickered toward Apex and Peacock while Blackstar dove into the army.

The carnage of the two of them combined seemed multiplicative of what Leonel was capable of alone. Their tacit understanding allowed all variables to be handled ahead of time, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, Leonel had already appeared before the two Variant Invalids.

handle the beast, I'll deal

me around." Apex said

Leonel had already attacked.

two, neither seemed to fear Leonel any more because of Bull's death. This might have been because Invalids didn't feel emotion the same as everyone else did, or it

the answer

seemed fuelled by his fury. [Domain] descended and suppressed the two Variant

his whims, it wasn't just a distortion of time and space anymore, but it carried

sporadically in an instant, a strike from the left might suddenly deviate and pierce toward their legs. His spear somehow

rainbow-colored feathers that took aim to defend him while Apex suddenly

the trio and became very obvious, very quickly

truly become a God of the spear. He didn't think to move, his spear did the thinking for him. He moved from swift and fierce to gentle but firm. He changed stances on a whim and his spear seemed capable of both being endlessly flexible and hard to track, and rigid and unmoving at the same

his skill in the spear, he still remembered the humiliation

since that time, he

Leonel who had picked up the spear for no other reason than it was the

could feel the stroke of his spear in his breath and

was far

toyed

than a blur of silver, crimson and gold streaking through the air... that and a

and yet, at that moment, he

like the connecting lines of a constellation.

longer. Rather, it looked as though they were standing in the middle of a bronze and crimson sun, solar flares echoing out in all directions and filling the