Dimensional Descent

If not for the Sylvans, much of the information about Leonel wouldn't have already spread so far. They were the only ones capable of seeing through him so easily, and it had only made Leonel's situation all the worse.

Now, there was one camping outside of his world as though he was eager to capitalize on his situation even more.

Leonel was already pissed off to an extreme. Seeing this, he was even more infuriated.

He remembered words he had said a long time ago... there would come a time when people heard the Morales name and quaked in fear...

In that case, he would kill, and kill, and kill... not until they feared, but until he alone was satisfied.

Bracken's screams rang out as he tried to rip himself out of the ground, but it was already too late. The moment he appeared before Leonel in such a precarious situation, he was already finished. He had no one but himself to blame for underestimating the human race so much.

BANG!

The Sylvan's heart exploded, and Leonel's gaze blazed with a fierce violet light.

"[Arise]!"

He felt his own soul shudder when he grasped Bracken's soul. There was actually a layer of protection left there.

Almost the moment he began his attempt, an infuriated roar echoed.

"FAWKES SCUM!"

A tree with bark of blackened ash rose up and out of Bracken's body. It carried an aura no less heart-shuddering than the Ancestor that Leonel had seen come and protect Shan'Rae. But clearly, this time, they were here to protect Bracken instead.

the most powerful existences of the God Race had protections against this sort of Lineage Factor. Not just that, but they used it as a

God. Just

But so what?

a Fawkes. He had a mutated King's Might Lineage Factor... and

"Piss off."

Tablet and suddenly it

humanoid wearing violet armor and having a body of wrapped vines appeared before Leonel,

"My King!"

almost like its own

roar peeled across

"LEONEL MORALES!"

after these events, you'll learn not to speak

step and vanished, entirely ignoring the unprecedented aura. Behind him, Bracken rushed with his fastest

Ancestor grabbed at the air, but it was all in vain. His true body wasn't here, and the lingering attachments he had left were being eroded by the Anarchic Force

distance, stepping into

...

still holding up, but it was hard to tell how much longer it would last. It seemed that any time now, everything could come

this, the Gods had sent back a message

Avlauren were at a loss of what to do. The one time they stuck their necks out, choosing to do something they normally never would, they had actually ended

Dwarven Race had always been lowkey. It was because of Leonel that they had changed that policy and chose to take a different path. Though, this was also because they had

discontent. It was simply humanoid nature to blame a complicated problem on a single thing instead of taking in the whole picture and accepting part of the blame

felt this way, they still took a

exposed as Leonel's partners just after he had been exposed to be related to the Northern Star Lineage Factor had truly left

was only now that they had no choice but to finally tell