Dimensional Descent

"Who is this man?"

Talon's gaze sharpened. Such halberd skills shouldn't appear in this world. But then again, the Sea Gods were far more powerful than they should be as well. Was this why his uncles were so obsessed with this place? There had to be something special about it.

Sashae's eyes narrowed as well. What Leonel was doing now was something that a single Sea God should have been able to do to the human army. Instead, there was an odd reversal where a mere human Overlord was capable of all of this?

Even she felt palpitations looking at the strokes of that halberd. There didn't seem to be any Halberd Force on it, and yet it was more masterful than any other halberd master she had seen.

The people of her Race were all tyrannically large. The number that wielded halberds wasn't small in the slightest, so she had seen her fair share... but this...

...

Every step forward, Leonel took reaped another three lives. His halberd seemed to teleport, warping space and time and elevating beyond normal realms of reasoning.

Just as blood would spurt from the throat of one Sea God and another would be watching in shock, the latter would suddenly find a hole in the middle of their foreheads, completely oblivious to how it had happened, even to the moment of their deaths.

Life seemed like nothing but a pawn in Leonel's palm. He swept and thrust, cut and slashed. His movements were without the slightest wasted energy, simple in their beauty and unadorned in their splendor. And yet it was precisely this that made it all so beautiful.

Light radiated off of him in waves. In the darkness and the heavy rain, only he seemed to exist.

And the soldiers to his back fed off of his energy.

With Leonel taking the bulk of the pressure, they challenged the Sea Gods in pairs of two and three, ripping their armies apart.

...

"This can't continue. I'm going."

"Stop, we-."

"That's enough."

looked down on Sashae from a taller height, the oppressive aura of not only a Demi-God, but a genius confident in his strength shining

your place. I'm here under the orders of my uncles, not you. Your pitiful little Incomplete World

piss me off

not expecting Talon to have such a side

Talon to snap like he had, but the last several months

to Leonel in front of so many eyes. He

might have forgotten Leonel, but how could he? How could he not know what dirty tricks were played to suppress him? They could trick

been the very best candidate present, and there was

soul ever since the Gathering of Minds ended. But worse than

Crafter in the first place. They were warriors first and foremost. Having to listen to those old fogies harass him about

It was infuriating.

when he would much rather be Crafting, forced to play babysitter to

wielding man that

couldn't help but recall another memory of Leonel, one that grated on his soul

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"That's

frowned. "What is a

to use your fists, you might stand a chance. In a battle of

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erupted like a volcano.

he launched