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.

fissures remained on the world, but

The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that

his eyes focused, the cracks coming out the side of his eyes

Then, he moved.

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

his spear had

but he

seemed to have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade

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

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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had a gaze

and to the point,

in wave after wave, a cascade

violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with

she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible

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

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

spear blade suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies

extreme, it could easily

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,

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