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.

their bodies and flicking them up, to

PA!

travel normally, and reality began to bend

so, it was odd. It didn't quite feel... right. Rather than fighting back against being destroyed, the Destruction World seemed to relish

"[Star Fusion... Destruction]."

flashed and an unprecedented

of crimson lightning erupted from Leonel's body, and he seemed to be wreathed

in her fury, Willowyn felt as though

"Impossible!"

even seem to hear her words. Wreathed in bloodied lightning, his spear rushed through

BANG! BANG! BANG!

former two met the latter, they cracked and splintered, the bodies being shattered and falling into bits

cool and indifferent, every step he took like another move on the

"ENOUGH!"

from Willowyn's body. Her greenish-brown vines became awash in complex golden runes that often

was an aura that was both like Auspicious Air

Even if all categories were ignored and a list of pure Forces were made, it would rank in

Sylvan Force.

body and the mind with absolute ease, but this was

could make a person the center of their own world, a true Star. By making their Force the Stars and their

from over three meters

that moment, two Worlds clashed, one of creation and vitality, and the

didn't seem