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.

on the world, but they no longer

settled down. The only changes were to the pulsing

out the side of his eyes

Then, he moved.

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

spear

said to be crude in the way of the spear, but he had grown into an

of absolute simplicity.

battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful in

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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

on their face and the other had a gaze

simple and to the point, but

his King's Might all came out in wave

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

using tricks and Force Manipulation of impossible

of the ocean, as though his every strike was being met by hundreds, thousands at

as though he didn't know fatigue and with every

simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like

reached its extreme, it could

spear 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

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