Dimensional Descent

When Leonel reappeared, he had already donned a silver armor from head to toe, a visor of silver-black blocking his abyssal gaze from the world.

Therin felt a pressure the likes of which he hadn’t felt in countless years. How long had it been since he was forced into such a battle? He had long since stopped having to scratch and claw for his position in life, and even back when he still had to, his role had never been so violent or necessary.

The bloodlust coming from Leonel’s body was practically palpable. It was as though the moment his gaze vanished, taking with it the distraction that froze the heart of the world, the tangible form of what had taken root in his chest was bared for all to see.

King’s Might rolled off of him in waves, his very consciousness itself constricting the throats of those unlucky enough to lay eyes on him. And then, his spear swung down.

Therin’s throat squeezed down on itself, his rage almost evaporating into the skies above. It was only then that a strong will to live manifested out from the depths of his soul.

He roared. But, it was as much about shaking the fear from himself, as though cobwebs fogging his mind, as it was about asserting his dominance. The Snow Force that had receded under his apprehension came back twice as strong, his palm flipping over to reveal a flexible sword that shot out like a whip with just the slightest flick of his wrist.

The sword had always been a favorite of the Luxnix. It could be said that over 90% of their weapon type techniques were constructed with the sword in mind. And, of those 90%, another 90% focused on the speed of said sword.

It could be said that among the Pinnacle Sixth Dimensional families, the Luxnix had the swiftest blade.

CLANG!

Leonel’s spear spun in his hands, his downward swing becoming a frontal block that deflected Therin’s own blade to the side. A golden spear lit upon his forehead, its light growing every brighter with each passing moment.

Therin’s wrist and forearm quaked every time his sword clashed with Leonel. Despite the size difference of their weapons, he couldn’t seem to gain a speed advantage. And, when it came to strength, momentum and heft, Leonel seemed to surpass in him all aspects.

Under the astonished gazes of those who had come with the Division Head, including Riah who still couldn’t seem to move, Therin was forced back again and again.

Leonel’s spear spun around his back. The clink of a mechanism unlocking as the opposite end snapped into his other palm resoundingly.

Leonel held onto both ends of his spear, the chain that connected them dangling behind him.

His fighting style changed, his speed becoming even quicker. Both of his hands seemed to have gained minds of their own and in the blink of an eye, Therin’s speed advantage vanished.

’This…’

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