Dimensional Descent

Minerva had been stuck in a perpetual state of battle for over a year now. She had slayed Gods and waded through rivers of blood. At this point, the sight of her own blood was like the air she breathed and the food she ate. It fuelled her, making her body stand at attention and her hair flow wildly in the air.

At that moment, she released a delicate roar as Leonel unleashed another arrow.

Her sword formation exploded and suddenly several more golden feathers came from her sword.

In fact, just saying that they were just several more didn't do the gorgeous scene justice.

It was as though thousands of golden-winged angels had fluttered their wings, spare feathers falling down from the skies like a touch of a golden sun's dew.

Nine sets of 108 golden feathers bloomed in the skies, each one forming a formation of their own before coming together to form an enormous magic circle of twinkling feather swords.

By this point, the golden sword in Minerva's palm had become nothing more than a thin needle, and yet the aura it gave off felt countless times more oppressive.

The arrow that Leonel released was shattered by a rain of sword light before it could even get close.

Minerva rose high into the skies, her wings only gently flapping, and yet the strength of its winds leaving long trenches in the tough ground below.

Beneath the high concentration of Fire Force in the region, the wind fueled forest fires and entire mountains were melted down.

Standing there, she didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, let alone the rest of her body. She didn't seem to care that her carefully selected dress was riddled with holes.

Her gaze sharpened as she met Leonel's gaze.

Minerva were destroyed because they flew too close to the sun, trying to replace

one of the pillars of that destruction was the very same

in any and all things, bringing it to life

being summarized in so few lines. But it was precisely this that made it all the more

Minerva wielded in their possession could harmonize

the power of the Touch of Creation Lineage Factor, Minerva was able to

it displayed the power of a treasure that was no less

down from above like a torrent. It looked like a heavy storm was falling from the skies, and each one left a tail

PENG! PENG! PENG! PENG!

ripped apart by the formation, unable

sword and her posture caused the world to still. Her pink eyes sharpened and a sword howl for the ages echoed across the skies, causing the ears of the weak who heard it

golden feathers changed and became a supreme sword raising high

the violent signs of danger making his hair stand on

frostiness in his eyes grew

world split in

like the eyes of a god

soared to the Creation State and his aura of Destruction multiplied several times over as Ten Stars appeared

Stars were entirely different from the rest, looking as though they had entire worlds contained

had summoned his Stars, but the moment he did so this time, power flooded his