Dimensional Descent

The red and violet in Leonel's eyes mixed into a single, uniform color that swirled like a nebula. When he roared, the skies shook and quaked.

At that moment, hundreds of Fallen God Beast corpses appeared around Leonel.

He grabbed at the air and souls, barely lingering and holding on, were ripped out of their bodies.

He held his spear out and the fierceness of his aura grew several times over.

At that moment, Leonel seemed to have returned to a state he had long since forgotten, a state of boundless fury, a state of uncaring lust for battle and blood that painted the skies above and shattered the earth below.

Assimilate.

The hundreds of souls surged into Leonel's spear and its aura grew again and again. Every split second seemed to come with a doubling of strength.

The world split at the seams, the healed fractures shattering once again.

The mountain that had collapsed around Leonel fell into a rain of ash and he burst into the skies in a pillar of blackened violet. Runes that exuded the air of untold majesty and ancient ancestry swirled on its surface.

And then focused.

The pillar shattered, its energy surging into Leonel's spear.

At that moment, a pair of dark gold halo-bracelets appeared around Leonel's wrists. Rather than shimmering with the beautiful gold of a Sovereignty, it had become a dense dark gold instead, thrumming with darkness and violence.

Then a rush of wind passed by and the world fell into silence.

world,

down. The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered across his

out the side of his eyes extended and glowed with a fiercer

Then, he moved.

and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into

now, his spear

crude in the way of the spear, but he

to have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade would cut through any

battlefield,

Force that had finally

BANG! BANG! BANG!

were dull and for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals

had a smile on their face and the other had a gaze of striking indifference, burying a cold, heartless

spear simple and

King's Might all came out in wave after wave, a cascade of Universal Force falling toward

of one another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with

directly confronting it. Instead, she was using tricks and

relentless waves of the ocean, as though

It was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness of his heart

out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black rips

it could easily

strike carrying with it waves of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any longer,

harshness of