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.

he reminded her

by far

assume that her formation would be enough to stop his

PENG! PENG! PENG!

three gorgeous arcs of gold in the air, swatting away dozens of arrows in

and immediately abandoned

into the skies once again, but this

and a Domain

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

State Dream Force, and the golden feathers began

going from short of a thousand to several

world roared,

had a hard time telling up from down and left

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

he became frighteningly calm, so much so that the world seemed to become painted in black

eyes closed for but a moment before they snapped

and the diamond pressed to his forehead

began to reflect the scenes inside of his Ethereal Glabella, and the form of the Mage Core, an Ancient

gently in the wind

suddenly pierced through Leonel's gut, ripping a hole right through him, but he

sword ripped into his shoulder, almost taking his entire

wounds he suffered, the colder his gaze seemed to

not moved slightly, his entire head would have been lopped off

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

expression remained