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.

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

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

Creation to such an extreme that it became

Destruction to such an extreme that it

of yin and yang that

it to analyze them, and then

he had created a new Spear Dance that dazzled

danced through the air, ethereal and hard to grasp. Sometimes it

was easily sliced into two. But what made it worse was that these

even the presence of Gods' Idols, forcing them into submission and stripping them of

became Leonel's

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

had seen these before. The toddler that was very much not a toddler had a similar ability. It was what revealed to him the

palms, these were on an

a blue hand with rough skin and dragon claws that looked like it could come from no other Race than the Pluto. When it descended, Leonel felt as

descended, space was frozen and

hidden and discreet, impossible to

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

palms appeared, Leonel didn't seem to have

then his Spear Dance