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 longer

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

side of his

Then, he moved.

his fury seemed to have been suppressed into

now, his spear had always

a man who could only be said to be crude in the way of the spear, but he had grown

to a realm of absolute simplicity. His

was the king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within

blade and felt the prowess of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into the world, she no longer raised the broken wine bottle, instead flicking

BANG! BANG! BANG!

like a pair of

had a smile on their face and the other had a gaze

absolutely everything, his spear simple and to the

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

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

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

like battling against the relentless waves of the ocean, as though his every strike was being met by hundreds, thousands

fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and

blade suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black rips in

extreme, it could

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, but rather like every stroke contained an

harshness of a snowy