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.

on the world, but

changes were

out the side of his eyes extended and glowed with

Then, he moved.

his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths of his heart and then concentrated into his

spear had always been

in the way of the spear, but he had grown into an elite

to have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His

battlefield,

Flaura's body saw this blade and felt the prowess of this Spear Force that had finally been

BANG! BANG! BANG!

moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were

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

simple and to

King's Might all came out in wave

in and out of one another, violent wisps of Destruction

Instead, she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible

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

didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness of his heart grew more

skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black rips in

reached its extreme, it could

to evolve once again, every 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, but rather

of a snowy