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 no

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

the side of

Then, he moved.

have been suppressed

spear

the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts

to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade would cut through

king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

and for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the middle

other had a gaze

his spear simple and to the point, but swift and

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

Sovereignties wove in and out of one another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with an

Instead, she was using tricks and

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

absolutely relentless. It was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his

suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that

its extreme, it could

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

of a snowy