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.

remained on the world, but

settled down. The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks

cracks coming out the side of his eyes

Then, he moved.

and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the

spear had always

of the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts of those who witnessed his blade dance to

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

battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful in

that had finally been unleashed into the world, she no longer raised the broken wine bottle,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

looked like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the middle of a

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

simple and to the point,

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

out of one another, violent wisps

using tricks

like battling against the relentless waves of the ocean, as though his every strike was being met

every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and

simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that

its extreme, it could easily

waves of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple

of a snowy