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.

been 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 it wasn't compatible with, and now that it was in Leonel's body, it was being forced to

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

Creation to such an

Destruction to

yin and yang that made Evergreen's lotuses

it to analyze them, and then replicated that

he had created a new Spear Dance that dazzled

quickly patched together. His spear danced through the air, ethereal and hard to grasp. Sometimes it

what made it worse was that these very Forces would wrap

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

became

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

a toddler had a similar

kid's palms, these were

than the Pluto. When it descended, Leonel felt as though time was distorting and it was difficult to

space was frozen and a formerly short distance felt like

a hand that carried the essence of shadows, hidden and discreet, impossible to

normal. It could have come from a Nomad, or a Human, or a Cloud Race member. It looked so

to have anywhere to escape to. There

then his Spear