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

down. The only changes were to the pulsing crimson

out the side of his eyes extended and

Then, he moved.

fury seemed to have been suppressed into the

his spear had always been

as a man who could only be said to be crude in the way of the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts of those who witnessed his blade dance

have reverted to a realm of

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

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

looked like a pair of

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

and to the point, but swift

ten Stars, his King's Might all came out in wave

of one another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with an

directly confronting it. Instead, she was using tricks and Force Manipulation

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

relentless. It was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every

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

it could easily become complexity

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

of a snowy