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.

of anything but winning and crushing his enemies in revenge, and as such

thoughts were too

things could

one question that they should have

was Leonel's confidence coming

BANG!

his Mana Core. The gorgeous tree of Force Arts swayed just once

just fall like a meteor, it seemed to

it embodied Heaviness and Heat, a fusion of two fundamental concepts that exploded

compared to the Swift arrow that Leonel had used against Minerva, the very arrow that almost took her

BANG!

ghouls arranged themselves in a single file, one pressing their hands against the back of the other as they faced off against this strike. It was a combat style that Leonel

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

World cracked and splintered, a black fog seeping out from the damage that quickly fused

in his hands and he took a

a crown of black appeared above his head

it seemed that he was also especially calm and unbothered. His situation was far more stable now than it had been in the past and the roars of the beasts trapped in his spear only grew more

to end

Now.

sensed the trouble coming immediately, and if before they had dismissed their fear, it now came back

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