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, but they no longer

The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered

cracks coming out the side of his eyes extended

Then, he moved.

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

spear had

man who could only be said to be crude in the way of the spear, but he had grown

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

of the battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful in its

had finally

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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

other had a

everything, his spear simple and

out in wave after

another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing

the Demoness wasn't directly confronting it. Instead, she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible

battling against the relentless waves of the ocean, as though his

was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke

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

simplicity reached its extreme, it could easily become complexity

as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any longer, but rather like every stroke

harshness of