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 no

were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered across his

coming 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

spear had always been

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

reverted to a realm of

was the king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within its

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 bottle, instead

BANG! BANG! BANG!

the collisions were dull and for a moment, it looked like a pair

other had a gaze

his spear simple and to the point, but swift

Might all came out in wave after wave, a

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

the ocean, as though his

was as though he didn't know fatigue and with every strike he levied, his stroke

out of its simplicity, covering the skies in

its extreme, it could easily become complexity

of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as

harshness of a