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.

a single part of Leonel who thought of anything but winning and crushing his enemies in revenge, and as such they began to subconsciously feel like this must

their thoughts

could be

they should have asked themselves

coming from in the first

BANG!

reflected his Mana Core. The gorgeous tree

like a meteor, it

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

used against Minerva, the very arrow that

BANG!

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

his slaughter, Leonel had his first clash and it shook the pair of ghouls back, their bodies shuddering,

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

spun in his hands and he took a step forward, his intent

of black appeared above his head while cracks of crimson spread across

and unbothered. His situation was far more stable

to

Now.

if before they had dismissed their fear, it now came

other suddenly forcefully pushed harder. But instead of this sending the first ghoul flying toward Leonel, the two instead seemed to