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

settled down. The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered across

the cracks coming out the side of his

Then, he moved.

have been suppressed into the

spear had always been

he had grown into an elite that caused

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

the battlefield,

of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into the world,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

looked like a pair

face and the other had a gaze of striking indifference, burying a

absolutely everything, his spear simple and to the point, but swift

Armor, his ten Stars, his King's Might all came out in wave after wave, a cascade of Universal Force falling toward him from

in and out of one another, violent wisps of Destruction

she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible quality to divert it

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

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

blade suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling

extreme, it

Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or

harshness of a snowy