Dimensional Descent

Leonel took a breath only to find that he didn't have the lungs to breathe with. Aches and pain wracked his body, as though despite the fact he hadn't taken many injuries during his battle with Evergreen, his body was still reminding him that he was way out of his league.

He took another breath and hacked up blood, but the coldness in his eyes didn't fade. He never lost his focus for even a moment and he had already taken out several lumps of Celestial Terra meat.

The two Gods, Zoltene and another that Leonel didn't recognize, surged forward. This second God was none other than Solaraan, but whatever his name was didn't matter much to Leonel. It made no difference at all.

No matter who stood before him, he would cut them down. That was the promise he had made to himself.

It didn't matter how much his body broke down. It didn't matter what the odds were. It didn't matter that they were existences that had ruled over lands and even time itself for countless years.

None of it mattered.

The halos around Leonel's wrists trembled and his Spear Force surged.

These very same Gods who so many feared were doing their best to ensure that he couldn't heal himself. They were going out of their way to stop him.

They had felt what fear was, but they hadn't let it settle in yet. They still dared to raise their blades, they still dared to attack him, they still dared to insult the dignity of a King.

[Life Steal].

BANG!

Leonel's Spear Force broke into the Middle Creation State and his aura thrummed. Scarlet Star Force thrummed in his kidneys and rampaged throughout his body, fusing with the Universal Force within him to create something new.

something that couldn't be incorporated into the body, but when it came to fusing with Forces, it did so with absolute ease. There wasn't a Force in existence that

and Creation. A cycle of the two that seemed to mean the same thing, and yet represented something entirely

Node was Creation to such an

to such an extreme that it

and yang that

to analyze them, and then replicated that very same thing with his

created a

air, ethereal and hard to grasp. Sometimes it would multiply into thousands, and at other times, it would suddenly fuse into one, erupting with a

what made it worse was that these very Forces would wrap around the blade, infusing themselves into

cycle of Creation and Destruction ground down even the presence of Gods' Idols, forcing

they became Leonel's

descended from the skies, each one seemingly being associated with a new and different

these before. The toddler that was very much not a toddler had a similar ability. It was what

kid's palms, these were on

could come from no other Race than the Pluto. When it descended, Leonel felt as though time

Stars and galaxies. When it descended, space was frozen and a formerly short distance felt like

the essence of shadows, hidden and discreet, impossible to track and even more

come from a Nomad, or a Human, or a

appeared, Leonel didn't seem to have anywhere to escape to. There was only death

his Spear