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 they

hair had settled down. The only changes were to

cracks 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 and

spear had always been

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

have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade

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

had finally been unleashed into the world, she no longer raised the broken wine bottle, instead flicking her other

BANG! BANG! BANG!

moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were

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

simple and to the point, but swift and

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

and out of one another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with an equally

it. Instead, she was using

ocean, as though his every strike was being met

fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness of his heart grew more

suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies

extreme, it could

as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness

harshness of