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.

the world, but they no

The only changes were to the pulsing crimson

coming out the side of his eyes extended and

Then, he moved.

thrust through the skies and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths of his heart

now, his spear had always been

the way of the spear, but he had grown into

he seemed to have reverted to a realm of absolute

was the king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful

saw this blade and felt the prowess of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into

BANG! BANG! BANG!

looked like a pair of mortals were duking it

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

everything, his spear simple and to the point, but swift and

came out in wave after wave, a cascade of Universal

violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with an equally violent

was using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible quality to

ocean, as

didn't know fatigue and with every

of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that

simplicity reached its extreme, it could

it waves of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any longer, but rather like every stroke

harshness of a