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

hair had settled down. The only changes were to the pulsing crimson cracks that scattered

focused, the cracks coming out the side of his eyes extended and glowed

Then, he moved.

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

his spear had always been

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

a realm of absolute simplicity.

the battlefield, invincible within its

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

the collisions were dull and for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the

had a gaze of

simple and to the

Stars, his King's Might all came out in wave

out of one another, violent wisps

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

the ocean, as though his

and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness

slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black

reached its extreme, it could easily

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 rather like

harshness of