Dimensional Descent

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Drake suddenly came to a stop in the air, raising up his sniper rifle high and firing three shots. They whizzed forward with a pace almost akin to teleportation, slicing by Leonel’s figure with a close shave that practically exuded endless confidence. Before Leonel could even arrive before the large Sylvan doing its best to unroot itself, the strikes got there first. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The three bullets drilled into the body of the Sylvan, exploding with the force of bombs and gouging out large pieces of its bark. A roar of rage and pain filled the skies. Many birds that had perched in the Sylvan’s canopy fluttered, shooting into the skies. However, while many of them seemed to be meaningless, Leonel’s gaze flashed. Suddenly, the character of his Spear Force changed, becoming a dense collection of silvery light. Star Force and Spatial Force came together, and high in the skies, a Constellation formed, casting the world in darkness as the figure of the Morales stood tall and powerful. SHHUUU! PUCHI! Leonel’s body suddenly changed directions, shooting up into the skies. He seemed to become a blade of silvery gold light. With a flash, he cut into space, vanishing and appearing several kilometers into the skies in a single instant. One of the birds in the skies was bissected, falling down in a rain of blood. The roar of pain became layered, increasing in volume. Without Leonel saying a single thing, his brothers got the message. They flared out and Drake repositioned his sniper rifle. Disks of metal flew from Allan’s back as he unholstered two desert eagles. With a click, he aimed them both forward as those disks of metal shredded several birds apart. BANG! BANG! He unleashed a rain of fire. The birds tried to dodge, but the metal plates exuded an electromagnetic field, pulling the bullets in a curve according to Allan’s will and ripping their skulls apart. Raj shot into the air on a surface diamond. He slapped his belly once and a reverberating echo roared through the world. In that instant, the earth that the Sylvan was trying to pull itself out of solidified, becoming harder and harder, and eventually starting to constrict its very flow of energy. Crimson lightning sparked around Gil. He unleashed the pace of a Speedster, pulling out a single desert eagle. He didn’t even bother to aim and shoot, he cut through space as though it wasn’t even there, appearing beneath a bird and blasting a hole through the bottom of its beak and out the top of its head. Milan and James roared at the same time. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they slammed out a fist toward one another. The instant their knuckles met, a surging energy covered the battlefield. The skies were suddenly covered in a dome of reflective gold, and it was then that Little Nana seemed to realize that this was her turn. She also let out a delicate shout, the Adurna shield on her back vibrating as the dome Milan and James formed became honeycombed. BANG! BANG! BANG! Several birds trying to escape crashed right into this enormous barrier, exploding by the force of their own escape. A rain of blood fell from the skies as Joel, Arnold, and Franco all appeared by the trunk of the Sylvan. They all unleashed their attacks at once. Joel slashing out with his glaive, Arnold slapping out with his palms, and Franco unleashing a furious whip of a hammer. It seemed that Franco had finally decided to take advantage of his strength Ability Index, carrying around a hammer so large that the flat of its head alone was larger than even his body. The three took the vanguard of the attack, unleashing a furious rain of attacks that suffocated the roaring Sylvan. High in the skies, Leonel’s spear continued to dance. Everywhere he appeared, a shriek echoed soon after. He was absolutely relentless. Each one of these birds had the power of the Eighth Dimension at worst, many of them were at the Ninth, and yet it was like they had no combat power at all… because that was precisely the case. The moment Leonel laid eyes on them, he realized what they were. A contingency plan. The Sylvan had hidden it carefully, but it couldn’t possibly hide from Leonel. The Sylvans knew about their own greatest weakness, so how could they not be prepared for it? These birds were an extension of what Leonel assumed was the Sylvan’s Ability Index. He had managed to fuse it with a Lineage Factor and a personally created technique to split his soul into several beings. Every time Leonel killed one of these birds, he was killing another piece of the Sylvan. “THIS SON OF A BITCH IS ABOUT TO BREAK FREE!” Raj roared out. He wasn’t yet a God like Drake was. The fact that he had held out for so long just went to show how much improvement he had made. But if things continued like this, the Sylvan would break free and begin to exhibit its true combat power. The look in Leonel’s gaze, however, was still a calm icy coldness hiding a smoldering fire of fury. He appeared high above the Sylvan, ignoring the birds for now. With a point of his arm, the Brazinger Heirloom suddenly began to tremble. Veins of red appeared, spreading across the ground like a cancerous tumor. “Sink.” Leonel said coldly. BOOM! The Sylvan’s body, which had been about to pull itself out of the earth, almost lost all of its height. It was forced into the ground, its canopy, once high in the skies, almost being crushed against the sandy dunes it had created. 

Earth Force swirled around Leonel and he grasped onto Raj’s hardened earth. “Harden.” “Solidify.” “Constrain.”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ROAR! The Sylvan roared like a madman, but it was entirely unable to do even a single thing. Leonel’s spear spun in his hands, his Dream Force flaring. Then, he thrust out.