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.

I'll deal with him," Peacock

around."

Leonel had already attacked.

might have been because Invalids didn't feel emotion the same as

to Leonel the

suppressed the two Variant Invalids, while

space anymore, but it carried a variability and unpredictability that came when laws

in an instant, a strike from the left might suddenly deviate and pierce toward their legs. His spear somehow seemed to be both everywhere and nowhere

defend him while

obvious, very quickly that their skill

like Leonel had 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

of his skill in the spear, he still remembered the humiliation

that time,

spear for no other reason than it was the most

could feel the stroke of his spear in his breath and listen to its rhythm

was far beneath these

yet he toyed with them

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

the both of them despite being just over 6'9", and yet, at that moment, he might as well

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

though they were standing in the middle of a bronze and crimson sun, solar flares echoing out in all directions and filling