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.

beast, I'll deal with him," Peacock

me around."

Leonel had already attacked.

This might have been because Invalids didn't feel emotion the same as everyone else did, or it might have been

to Leonel the

spear strikes seemed fuelled by his fury. [Domain] descended and suppressed the two Variant Invalids, while [Universe] layered

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

their legs. His spear somehow seemed to be both

took aim to defend him while Apex

and became very obvious, very quickly that their skill paled

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

for lack of his skill in the spear, he still remembered the humiliation he faced

since that time,

picked up the spear for no other reason than it was the most

was a man who could feel the stroke of his spear in his breath

power was

toyed with them like

see nothing more than a blur of silver, crimson and

than the both of them despite being just over 6'9", and yet, at

him in waves and his spear blade became like the connecting lines of a constellation. Every stroke was immaculate and

look like they stood in an Inbetween World any 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 surroundings in a