Dimensional Descent

Minerva should have been enraged by this realization, but she wasn't. Her state of mind had completely changed and her crown only shone more resplendently.

Because from the start, she too had never taken Leonel seriously, and it had caused her to suffer not just one loss, but two.

It was humiliating that a junior dared to treat her so casually, but she also didn't have the right to complain. Hadn't she been the one to take the losses?

In that case, let her crush him at his very peak.

With a wave of her hand, a holy light descended and a strong surge of light came down.

Leonel didn't dodge it, nor did his expression change.

A golden feather danced, pinned into Minerva's flowing pink diamond hair, and soon Leonel was back to peak condition.

Even if this treasure wasn't a God Armament, it likely wasn't far off. And as the descendants of the Minerva... Leonel wouldn't be surprised if they had true God Armaments waiting in the wings to be deployed.

"That was a mistake," Leonel said coolly.

Minerva didn't respond immediately, drawing a line through the air with two fingers. The golden feather in her hair fluttered out and fell into the embrace of her fingers with a delicate touch.

"This golden feather is known as the Ambrosia Feather. It can fully heal a person from even a state of near death, but it takes time to charge. It uses the number one Light Force in all of existence, Holy Force."

She waved the feather in her hand and it grew, sharpening into an elegant sword, three fingers wide and just over a meter long if the handle wasn't included.

With just a gentle swing, it cut through space as though through butter.

much of my life, I ignored all my other affinities because my one obsession was with the Minerva Race. I tossed away everything else, even ignoring my own Holy Force Innate Node for the sake of progressing my Dream Force,

that means my Holy Force is only at

heard that Golden Force supposedly has

the feather sword again and space split once again. The aura of her Middle Life State Sword Force spread like ripples in the water, not allowing the spatial

not sure if I

and pointed it toward the ground. Far down below, despite her not discharging any Force, the ground splintered as though a

gentle action of lowering it, a fine line of blood ran across Leonel's chest despite

I'm telling

his gaze still cold

I know about your

you. So I will give you

the woman's reflective pink eyes as

meters in both directions as she stood there elegantly and

and suddenly all the Force in the region seemed to have been banished, as though they had been chained

her head, and her aura towered into the

pressure appeared all around Leonel, pressing into every square inch of his skin

finally moved, stretching out a hand to the

and tufts of white and black fur came

braces appeared around his ankles and wrists, while a black chain of

his back and his

of the world seemed to be

a bow slowly manifested