Dimensional Descent

Leonel’s body lay there, his chest cavity blasted open and his gaze vacant. It looked like he had completely died and was left with nothing more than a husk. However, deep within his Ethereal Glabella, there was a change occurring. His Mage Core had been completely overhauled. After Leonel died and his mother was forced to resurrect him with her own life as an exchange, there were many things that he had to give up. His Incomplete Worlds remained because they weren’t technically physically tethered to his body but were rather in the separate Destruction World that he and his father had created. Logically, if there was another Destruction Sovereign and they too comprehended how to use a Destruction World, they would be able to connect with Leonel’s Destruction World much like all Shadow Sovereigns were connected. This was all to say that, at least for this foundational method, Leonel was able to reconnect and re-establish his dominance over them and his Stars quite easily. The only thing he was lacking was a strong enough foundation and body to commune with them, as he had pretty much lost everything he had done to prepare for the use of [Final Destruction]. When it came to things like his Mage Core, however, they were gone. To make matters worse, his tree-shaped Mage Core had been created by his enlightened self, and he didn’t have nearly the mental capacity now that was necessary to reconstruct it in the same way. Luckily… he had no desire to do so. Ever since he learned that the way of the Human Race was to take advantage of their fused soul, Leonel had been thinking about it. He never acted on these thoughts because his father’s technique required their separation, and he would obviously follow the path his father had laid out for him. But right now, he had actually gained a path toward doing both. The Weapon Force Innate Nodes that he was creating would be the first of their kind, so why not create an Ethereal Glabella that was also the first of its kind? SHIIIIING! SHIIIIING! SHIIIIIING! Blade auras began to whistle about. They cut the air apart as though they were as tangible as stone and as fragile as paper. And then a beautiful scene began to take place. The golden blade lights organized themselves into a coordinated dance. At first, this dance didn’t seem to have a purpose, but then a Natural Force Art began to flow. Leonel’s mental capacity was far too weak right now, he knew that. Once he completed his new foundation and began to use his Weapon Forces to bring together and control his Dream Force talents under a single umbrella, it would get better, but it still wouldn’t be as excellent as his true peak, the peak that only the schemes of the Demoness had allowed him to reach. However, right now, they didn’t need to be. He had spent almost an entire century entirely immersed in the pain of his Weapon Forces. Comprehending outside Forces was impossible in a Time dilation, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t further comprehend himself and what he stood for. He understood his Weapon Forces so clearly and utterly now that they were truly no different from an extension of himself… that was the entire purpose of the pain that he had experienced. Right now, even his individual cells were bursting with the golden Sovereignty. And now, as he completed the Spear Dance and Bow Dance he had formed so many times before, it was so much more fluid, so much more sharp… The golden blade lights began to form gorgeous lotuses in the air, the others formed fluttering butterflies and soaring birds, while the last few formed an endless golden lake. Soon, they began to be tinted by a touch of violet. It was only a hint, but the contrast between the pale lavender color and the gold made the entire scene feel not only just beautiful but also regal and holy. DUDOOM! FOOOOOM! There was a heart-stopping echo and then the rushing formation of a vacuum. A gorgeous violet-gold Force Art took shape in the bottom of the violet-gold sea, and then another one took shape high in the skies. They formed a vacuum between one another and then a tree almost exploded into existence. It looked like an ancient cherry blossom, but this time its blossoms weren’t cherry or pink at all. Instead, they were the very same golden-violet color. When this took shape, everything in the world fell into silence. The Weapon Force… it was a unique Force that could only be convened with form the outside world. It took shape based on the will of the soul and appeared only when it was needed most. Leonel could see the obvious cycle more clearly now than maybe ever before… The human soul was locked within the body and formed an anchor through the Dimensions. While many took it as a weakness, the technique that Leonel had scanned through several times over made him realize that it was actually a great strength as well. So what would happen now that a Weapon Force that was meant to only find its roots in the outside was suddenly rooted into the body instead? What would happen if that same Weapon Force was following a unique Sovereignty that was the representation of its owner’s core being? That was the crux of Leonel’s path forward. His soul would remain separated from his body, as that was what was necessary for his father’s magnum opus to shock the world. However… His Weapon Forces, their Sovereignties, and the new foundation of his talent would be rooted into his body, taking the place of the soul that no longer was. And together, they would form a cycle not much unlike his Creation and Destruction Sovereignties. His soul had once been rooted in his body and was no longer. His Weapon Forces had once been rooted in the universe and were no longer. And together…