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

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

cracks coming out the side of his eyes extended and glowed with

Then, he moved.

the skies and his fury seemed to have been suppressed

now, his spear

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

realm of absolute simplicity. His blade would

the king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within its range and

this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed

BANG! BANG! BANG!

a moment, it looked like a pair of

a gaze of striking indifference, burying a cold, heartless

simple and to the point, but swift

wave after wave, a cascade of Universal Force falling toward him

and out of one another, violent

using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible quality to

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

was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness of his heart grew more

the skies

its extreme, it could easily become complexity

seemed to evolve once again, every strike carrying with it waves of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any

harshness of a