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.

the world, but they

were

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

Then, he moved.

and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths of his heart and then

his spear had always

he had grown into an

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

king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within its range

body saw this blade and felt the prowess of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into

BANG! BANG! BANG!

like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the middle of a deserted

their face and the other had a gaze of striking

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

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

another, violent wisps of

she was using tricks and

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

every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness of his

of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged

extreme, it could easily

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

harshness of a snowy