Dimensional Descent

Leonel's aura felt towering and unapproachable. As though a nebula had exploded out with an array of violet and gold, he stood high in the depths of the Inbetween World, his hair fluttering as roars came from his spear.

He looked down and made eye contact with the pair of ghoul look-alikes.

Invalids didn't feel fear. It was as though it was a part of them that had been cut away, replaced instead by an instinctive desire to survive.

Variant Invalids were slightly more advanced, but all of their actions were still tinged with the same desire to do and have more. It could be said that while they might feel fear in a certain sense, it was always tinged with a particular corruption of greed.

Staring at Leonel now, they couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat.

He was like a star in the skies, the life vein of a world. His presence alone seemed like it could both feed populations and wipe them out in the same instant.

And then he moved.

The ghoul Variant Invalids were immediately on their guard.

They didn't fear anyone. They were a pair of Ancestor-level characters and they hadn't believed that they would come to face any sort of pushback or harm when facing off against the likes of the Dwarven Race.

However, at this moment, they felt their blood run cold.

It was then their auras surged, realizing that this was an assault of the mind. It wasn't that Leonel was truly so fear-inducing, but his Dream Force was so powerful that his confident air was infecting their minds.

winning and crushing his enemies in revenge, and as such they began to subconsciously feel like this must

their thoughts were too

things could be

question that they should

confidence coming from in the

BANG!

from the skies like a meteor. The halo to his back reflected his Mana Core. The gorgeous tree of Force Arts swayed just once and Auspicious Air flooded

like a meteor, it seemed to truly

of

to the Swift arrow that Leonel had used against Minerva, the very

BANG!

of the other as they faced off against this strike. It was a combat style that Leonel had simply never seen before, but it

Leonel had his first clash and it shook the pair of ghouls back, their bodies shuddering, but the force dispersing with every step

ground of the Inbetween World cracked and splintered, a black fog seeping out from the damage that quickly fused it all back

and he took a

a crown of black

it seemed that he was also especially calm and unbothered. His situation was far more stable now than it had been in the past

wanted to

Now.

immediately, and if before they had dismissed their fear, it

second of hesitation, the ghouls pressing his hands to the back of the other suddenly forcefully pushed harder. But instead of this sending