Dimensional Descent

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Crest Dharma morphed and changed, swirls of purple, red, and gold surging as it warped from the shape of a royal crest to that of a Twelve Pointed Star.

Leonel savagely suppressed it from becoming an Idol, but he could feel the power in his body practically overflowing.

His Innate Node greedily swallowed up three Forces from the surroundings.

The Spear and Bow Forces were no longer just golden in hue, but carried underlying tones of violet and red as well. As for what this violet and red was... it was none other than Leonel’s soul.

And the third Force...

Quill Force.

This was a Force that had never existed before because it wasn’t seen as necessary to exist. Many, when they used their Force Quill, poured their Dream Force in. That was what allowed them to communicate with the world around them and give their Force Arts power, thus permanently etching whatever abilities they wanted into their Crafts.

However, if Leonel was going to create Weapon Forces that were rooted not just in the world around him, but within himself...

Why wouldn’t he do the same for his Force Quill?

This Quill Force wasn’t just a casual add-on. It maybe embodied the root of what Leonel’s

breakthrough was all about even more than the Spear Force that had allowed him to comprehend it all in the first place.

His Quill Force would allow him to bestow the world with the greatest Crafts ever forged and created. At this moment...

There was not a single doubt in Leonel’s mind that he was the greatest Crafter in Existence.

He held out his broken spear and carved a line through the air. Quill Force surged in a bright rainbow light that contrasted it from his other Weapon Forces, and in an instant, he seemed to have written into the world itself.

At that moment, the laws of the Zone were overridden as Leonel took precedent.

The Force Art before him grew larger and more complex even as his Dharma did the same above his head. Each shone brighter and brighter, and a gorgeous magic circle of dancing runes appeared before Leonel.

The only question that seemed left in all of this was... how had Leonel done it?

That tinge of red wasn’t a coincidence.

The first time Leonel had come across that red it was when he almost failed to awaken his Metal Synergy Lineage Factor. He had been young, and he overextended himself, not preparing properly. Ultimately, he almost suffered for it.

The second time he came across it, he realized that it was in his own mind. An odd secondary Lineage Factor of the Dream Asuras that he still didn’t quite know much about had been birthed within him. This secondary Lineage Factor manifested his soul into humanoid form, and it was chained and locked up within his body, seeping in a pool of blood.

This blood had the very same crimson hue to it, a perfectly identical color with not even the slightest

shade or hue off.

The third time this crimson appeared was when he began to use his ”Destruction Sovereignty” to its greatest extent, and he finally began to learn to use and manage his power properly.

When he realized that he had actually been a Creation Sovereign all this time, his aura turned to violet and he abandoned the crimson entirely, thinking that this was the right path.

But it wasn’t until he was in his most desperate need of something, anything, that he recalled this crimson energy...

Back when he found himself on the other end of Ger’Ain’s spear, he had truly had nothing left to give. He had pushed his body as far as it could go and he literally could not move. It wasn’t a matter of willpower; his brain simply had no more energy to fire his neurons, his muscles didn’t have the ATP it needed to contract, his body had been, for all intents and purposes...

Dead.

The only thing keeping him going was his soul and the fact the one thing the Regulator couldn’t suppress was his Dream Force. But even that had become useless.

In those last moments, the only thing that was able to save him was this crimson energy...

And he finally knew what it was.

It was what his Creation Sovereignty became when it overextended itself. It was the dividing line between Creation that Created and Creation that Destroyed.

And the latter of the two represented taking from what didn’t have anything more to give, forcefully borrowing from a future that was promised and crushing it beneath your feet.

With this explanation, it was clear then why Leonel had just so suddenly been able to move when he couldn’t move a single inch before, and with that...

His comprehension of his Creation Sovereignty had soared up, surpassing his Destruction Sovereignty so thoroughly that it could no longer be described in mere terms of Silver or Gold; it stood above all on its own, peering down from the skies with a mighty momentum.

And it was with that Creation Sovereignty that he would undo this world.

He buried his fury deep within his heart. He would make that Regulator pay, and dearly at that. However, there was absolutely nothing more important to him than his wife right now, and she was dying because her body was too weak to birth their child.

Thinking about how the Regulator probably knew this would happen, how it wanted to use his wife’s death to instigate his own death, he could feel that slumbering madness bubble up within him.

He didn’t try to force it down like he had before; that wasn’t good enough.

A King didn’t always need to make the rational decision, and they didn’t need to always maintain a level head either.

However, their madness had to be controlled, their rage had to become their fuel, their fury their war banner.

SHUUUUUUUMMM!

Leonel completed the last stroke and the world lit ablaze.

But he had already vanished.