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.

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

Holy Force is only at the Higher Life State right now and still needs much more

that Golden Force supposedly has the strongest piercing power of all the Light Forces.

and space split once again. The aura of her Middle Life State Sword

I'm not sure if

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

a fine line of blood ran across Leonel's chest despite the fact the blade had never touched

know why I'm telling you

his gaze still cold and

know about your Innate Nodes, I know about your Wise

we fought like this, it would be unfair to you. So

respond, looking into the woman's reflective pink eyes as

five meters in both directions as she stood there elegantly

in the region seemed to have been banished, as though they had been

above her head, and her aura towered into the

the world trembled and an even pressure appeared all around Leonel, pressing into every square inch of his skin with

stretching out a hand to

his body once again and tufts of white and black fur came out from the waistband

a black chain of

appeared to his back and his aura seemed to have changed

focus of the world seemed

slowly