Dimensional Descent

A violent whirlwind of golden blades suddenly appeared around Leonel and shredded into his shoulders and torso.

He indifferently blinked away, his body stepping around the void and continuing his rain of arrows.

On Minerva's side, an arrow cut into her cheek as she tilted her head to the side, but she remained unmoved.

Their cold gazes met, and lightning seemed to spark.

At that moment, Leonel made a bold move. Moving across space, he continuously fired arrows, each one capable of razing mountains to the ground.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He released three world-ending arrows, each one targeting a specific location of the formation of swords.

In that moment, Minerva's expression changed because she felt the Natural Force Art suddenly let out a wild jolt of energy and she lost control for a brief instant.

In that brief moment, Leonel had already stepped across the skies and released another arrow.

It appeared before her in the blink of an eye, and she had no choice but to wave her sword to block it. However, that action caused her own formation to go even more wildly out of control.

The golden feathers scattered and Minerva realized it would take her at least three seconds to fuse them back into a formation. That was only a few blinks to mortals, but to existences like them, she could die dozens of times over in that span.

Without a choice, she could only abandon the formation for now and begin a slow and impassioned defense while she brought the feathers back in line. At this pace, it would take her at least ten seconds.

But Leonel was relentless.

First, he had proven to her that he could just as easily match her with a bow.

reminded her that in terms of

by

she assume that her formation would be enough to stop

PENG! PENG! PENG!

of gold in the air, swatting

and immediately abandoned reforming the

again, but this time not in a formation, but instead a relentless, unbridled

above her head and a Domain of Dream

Index. But since things had come to this, she would show Leonel her truest

Middle Creation State Dream

a thousand to several

world roared, and

was instantly enveloped by this pink mist and he had a hard

it was an illusion of some sort, but that knowledge didn't help

much so that the world seemed to become painted in

eyes closed for but a moment

halo behind him trembled, and the diamond pressed to his forehead glowed with a

that moment, the halo behind Leonel began to reflect the scenes inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form of the Mage Core, an Ancient Tree with an array of

gently in

a hole right through him, but he

again just as another golden feather sword ripped into his shoulder, almost taking his

he suffered, the colder his gaze seemed

slightly,

was in an injured state, even worse than what he had experienced at the hands of the

expression remained cold