Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Leonel dodged and exchanged blows, the swiftness of his attacks and decision-making turning the ghoul Variant Invalid into a target for practice.

He was clearly weaker, and yet he always seemed to be ten steps ahead. He moved the moment he sensed a twitch of the muscle, and planned based on mere intentions of the mind and instinctual reactions he calculated.

It was like he could truly see the future, and that was because he somewhat could.

He now had a Higher Creation State Dream Force, and with his Sovereignty it wasn't much weaker than the usual Peak Creation State Dream Force. At this point, his Dream Force was firmly rooted in the First Dimension, and as such, things like distance and even time began to matter less and less to him.

The world to most people was a vast chasm of Existence, extending into infinity.

But to Leonel, it might as well have been just a single dimension, just a dot with no longitude, latitude, or depth... a place where even time seemed meaningless.

If his simulations weren't 100% yet, they were about as close to 100% as you could get.

Blade strikes began to litter the fused ghoul's body. It was an array of strikes beautiful in their execution and simple in their make.

Leonel's blade seemed to be everywhere and every-time. Like a cascading net falling like a waterfall, the array of colors was omnipresent and all-knowing.

The Variant Invalid was being suffocated at every turn.

Leonel's spearmanship had already lost the beauty that made one look at it in awe. The flashiness had been entirely stripped from its existence, and yet it still reeled the minds and thoughts of people into it.

wasted. All of his strength was concentrated to the tip of

seen Gods of the Spear before... And yet, right now, no matter how it wracked its brains,

simply too perfect, and perfect in its simplicity. It compressed a complex Artistic Conception not just into a single strike, but also onto a single point of

it simply had not the slightest chance of winning. It could

Death.

wasn't that it could predict the future like Leonel

hadn't built their current strength through a sea of corpses? It had fought far bloodier battles than this one, but it had never felt so helpless

that moment, it raised its head to the

call was immediately, and he had already expected it. The fused ghoul was calling

a single beat, Leonel simply tapped his spear out and touched

fused to

of a faint Spear Force began to accumulate on its surface, barely

his Spear Force just yet, at least not without doing great harm to himself even with the support of Bracken's

nowhere near as helpless as he had been before. At the very least, he could now use his Absolute Domain to

of an area of effect, it was all the more devastating. And if it was an attack of the mind

the moment he saw the faint Spear Force wisps. They floated around like

of horror, no shocking bouts of pain.

apart powerful beings as though they

was when the Variant Invalid felt

in defending against Leonel's Dream Force, when

would have never lasted three days. But it had just given Leonel the exact