Dimensional Descent

It felt like danger was descending from all sides. No matter where Leonel's senses locked onto, he realized that there was no escape. It was suffocating, as though his mind itself was being forced to bow in the face of a power far greater than his own.

Even in a Mortal World, and restrained so much... a God couldn't be blasphemed against.

And yet, in the face of all of this, Leonel's gaze was frighteningly cold.

He met Willowyn's dull golden gaze. In fact, they were no longer dull, having begun to glow with such a bright vitality it looked as though the Ambrosia of Gods was combusting.

The vines lashed out, each one with a force capable of destroying planets and sundering stars. If it hadn't been for the fact they stood in the void, reality itself would have been lacerated to pieces.

Leonel took a step forward as though stepping into the embrace of a demon. His Destruction World superimposed with reality, and the void trembled and solidified.

At that moment, his Destruction World was easily ten times more powerful than it was usually. Rather than having to displace the laws of another world, or combat the corruption of Anarchic Force, it could just exist.

In that moment, the strength of the vines Willowyn deployed plummeted.

His spear struck out just a single time, the Mage Core to his back blooming as the cracks along his skin grew fiercer and more sinister.

The stroke of his spear carried a wisp of foggy red Destruction and in that instant, split into countless pieces.

Swift.

Like stars streaking across the skies, his spear ignored time and space, parrying all of the vines in a single instant.

didn't collide with them head-on, gliding against their bodies and flicking them up, to the side, and toward the

PA! PA!

and reality began to bend and warp in

was odd. It didn't quite feel... right. Rather than fighting back against being destroyed, the

"[Star Fusion... Destruction]."

flashed and an

and

fury, Willowyn felt as though an explosion had

"Impossible!"

Wreathed in bloodied lightning, his spear

BANG! BANG! BANG!

they

ran through his body. His gaze remained cool and indifferent, every

"ENOUGH!"

gold surged out from Willowyn's body. Her greenish-brown vines became awash in complex golden runes that often simplified into jagged vein-like lines. They alternated between

both like Auspicious Air

in existence, a fusion of Dream Force, Star Force, and Life Force. Even if all categories were ignored and a list of pure Forces were made, it would rank in the top 10 at worst, and likely easily top

Sylvan Force.

Force of Life capable of fueling both the body and the mind with

Star. By making their Force the Stars and their body the Earth, they were able to create a Domain of all

from over three

Worlds clashed, one of creation and vitality, and the other

spear never stopped, and he didn't seem to notice