Dimensional Descent

Feeling the creation that came from it, Leonel took a breath, and it was like the entire world had been sucked into his body. He wasn't using the motes of light to strengthen himself, though he could have. Rather, he was using them to listen to the voice of Creation.

Right now, although he had two Destruction Sovereignties, it might even be more accurate to separate them, calling one Destruction Sovereignty, and the other... Creation Sovereignty. He knew well enough what Destruction Sovereignty could do, or so he thought. Usually, he just used it to amplify his attack power.

But what about Creation Sovereignty? Or on a deeper layer of complexity, Destruction Sovereignty following the path of Creation?

He could feel his Innate Nodes churning, their runes lighting up as his Fire Sovereignty rolled. It was truly the perfect conduit. Fire was an object that could bring wealth, fuel ingenuity, and maybe learning how to spark it was the most important discovery in human history.

But it was also destructive, relentless, fuelled by oxygen it could swallow everything in its path and burn worlds to the ground. In a lot of ways, it was the purest essence of chaos, wasting much of its power in crackling lights and erratic wisps of flickering flames.

Leonel looked up almost lazily, but the truth was that his mind was surrounded by insights, incorporating everything that he had learned in the last ten years and forming it all together in a single burst of potential. He thrust out with his spear again, but this time it looked simple and unadorned, hardly holding any strength or power at all.

But then his lips parted.

"Split."

when Leonel spoke it, and yet to the ears of the Invalids, it sounded as though he had just spoken the language of the Gods. It was cryptic

exact word he spoke, and even if a Dream Force expert tried to see through its mysteries, their soul might directly shatter. The simple thrust

dying with every stroke now. Leonel moved, formed, and every time he thrust, he

of the power of the strike he had used to nearly kill Minerva. Before grasping this, even 1% would have been a pipe dream. No matter how hard he had tried over the years to exhibit King Alexandre's Ability Index. Although

now, he truly felt like the world was in his palm. If he used this method and his Divine Armor at the same time, what kind of power would he be

but only a few of them were true threats as Variant Invalids. The rest were only normal Invalids, brainless and capable of being mowed down like grass. Of course, such existences weren't meant to be so

of billions upon billions, he was relentless. The

out of an Incomplete world. It was the reason that most in Incomplete Worlds felt that their universes