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

changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered across

out the side of his eyes extended and glowed with a fiercer

Then, he moved.

the skies and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths

spear had always been

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

of absolute simplicity. His blade would cut through

the battlefield, invincible within its

had finally been unleashed into the

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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

smile on their face and the other had a gaze of striking indifference,

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

wave after wave, a

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

the Demoness wasn't directly confronting it. Instead, she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of

her felt like battling against the relentless waves of the ocean, as though his every strike

It was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he

slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies

it could easily become complexity once

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 longer, but rather like every stroke contained

harshness of