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.

fissures remained on the world, but they

down. The only changes were to the

focused, the cracks coming out the side of

Then, he moved.

skies and his fury seemed to have been

his spear

way of the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts of those who witnessed his blade

to a realm of

the battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful in its

this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into the world,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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

a gaze of striking indifference,

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

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

and out of one another, violent wisps

Demoness wasn't directly confronting it. Instead, she was using

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

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

the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked

its extreme, it could easily

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 longer, but

of a