Dimensional Descent

Leonel’s grin was wide as his violet hair fluttered in the skies, radiating off plumes of light and fog that made it seem larger than life.

”Whether you choose to join or not does not matter to me, but I will tell you one thing very clearly. With me here, the Pluto can forget about returning to their status as the number one Race.

”There will only be one Race when I am finished. The Human race.”

Leonel held out his spear across his body, running a palm down its length. The spear seemed to tremble as it glowed brighter and brighter.

”Now. Come.”

BOOM!

Restrictions that had been on the monument seemed to all be shattered at once and a furious torrent of Sylvans were the first to take advantage of the situation.

To their backs, the young woman, wielding a whip, flicked her wrist.

Like a dragon tearing through the air, the whip appeared first despite the fact the woman lagged the furthest behind.

All around Leonel, several Sylvans suddenly entrenched themselves into the ground, forming a Domain that blocked him in all while vicious whipping attacks came from all sides.

It was clear that the Sylvans had a particular affinity for Whip Force that most others couldn’t compare to, and recalling the level of control the Sylvan Spearman he had fought had, Leonel could see why this was the case...

Unfortunately, he just didn’t care very much.

The Sylvans should grow weak when they rooted themselves into the ground like this. But it was a different matter when there were many of them linking up in this way.

Taking advantage of their leader’s attack, they formed a quick ring around Leonel, digging themselves deeper and deeper until they formed a hollow connection between one another that was steadily growing.

Leonel took one step back in the face of the whip, his spear flickering to meet it.

Lena, the Sylvan, sneered, her whip expertly changing directions in the air.

Leo and Leah gasped in shock, wanting to warn their father, and seemingly too naive to understand that Third Dimensional existences like them shouldn’t even be able to even watch a fight happening at this speed, let alone react to what was happening. The only reason they could was because their father was helping them do so.

While in the middle of what looked like a heated battle, Leonel was actually filtering everything through his Dream Force and passing it on to his children in tidbits that they could actually grasp and understand, allowing them to understand concepts that would have otherwise gone over their heads.

And arguably... doing that was far harder than the battle itself.

BANG!

The whip Lena thought would slip right by Leonel’s defenses was almost carelessly parried away.

The Sylvan’s eyes widened, but she sighed a breath of relief at the same moment. That was because her companions had already surrounded Leonel successfully.

A suffocating Life Force formed and then took control of the realm. Green grass began to grow on the Idol Battlefield and for a moment, the skies even seemed to be somewhat bright.

But this beautiful sigh was anything but for Leonel who found that he was practically not in a world under the control of the Sylvans. His Weapon Forces weren’t listening to him, and neither were his other Forces.

When their control and that of the Regulator’s came together, it was like they had more than doubled their strength, displaying a heart-rending might...

That Leonel only needed to take a step forward to shatter.

That very step caused another whipping branch to miss Leonel. He took another step and slipped out of the way of another, and then another.

He walked through the minefield of savage whipping branches that could split planets in two as though he was on a normal stroll.

And then he suddenly swung his spear.

A tree froze, only to be cut in two.

Lena’s eyes opened wide as her aura flared. The Idol she had just formed appeared behind her in a forest of writhing, thorned vines.

A strong energy burst from her Whip Force as she lashed out with all the strength she could muster.

Leonel lowered his spear and caught the whip out of the air.

Before Lena could react, there was a tug of his wrist and she came flying forward, right into the waiting arms of his spear tip.

The blade ran through her body and right through her bleeding, Sylvan Heart.

Leonel’s wrist twisted and he cut her heart out of her chest, sending her flying to the ground as though she was worthless garbage.

He tapped at the air with his now free hand and Tolliver bloomed into action, swallowing up the Sylvan Heart.

Leonel took a step and then slashed, then took another and slashed once more.

Every time he did, another Sylvan would fall and their Sylvan Heart would be swallowed up by Tolliver.

Little Tolly’s body grew and grew until it formed the head of a menacing beast roaring to the skies. It seemed that Leonel had completely lost control of the Metal Spirit, having fed it too much in too little time.

Tendrils of silvery whiteness slashed down and swallowed up the large bodies of the

Sylvans. It was like the masses of ancient golden trees they had formed weren’t worth

anything at all.

Tolliver just wanted to eat more, to have more, and wouldn’t be satisfied until

everything had been devoured by it.

Leonel walked through the battlefield almost carelessly, as though he couldn’t see the danger at all, like he hadn’t just unleashed a demon onto the world.

And it was then that a scythe suddenly appeared behind him, flickering out of the darkness and looking to take his head off.

The speed was considerable, and the stroke was one of genius... one that only the likes

of Lui’Shae would possibly be able to execute among the many Scythe Force wielders

here other than maybe Anya herself...

But what good was it?

A spiraling Absolute Domain formed behind Leonel, rebounding against Lui’Shae’s Scythe with a drilling force.