Dimensional Descent

The Demoness pulled back on her spear, ripping a hole out of Leonel's heart. But there was a pool of Spear and Bow Force that jetted out, the Weapon Forces that forged the very core of his being, sparkling out into the world.

They latched onto the Demoness' Spear Force, suppressing and battling against it.

The Demoness' gaze flickered, confusion coloring her features. She had just been about to grow the slightest bit serious, but this change caught her off guard.

She found her Spear Force suddenly difficult to control, and before she could make heads or tails of what was going on, Leonel was already upon her.

The quill in his hands changed again, and out appeared a spear.

Once again, the Demoness was taken aback. It didn't make sense for Leonel to go back to the spear. Didn't he realize the gap between them already?

PUCHI!

A hole ripped through her shoulder.

Leonel's spear danced, butterflies and hummingbirds fluttering around him. His gaze had become frighteningly cold, and the Demoness realized at that moment that her grandson had long reached an absolute state of focus. While her emotions were continuously changing, his had been steady from the very beginning.

His spear twirled in his hands, slashing wound after wound into her body.

She leaned back in an attempt to dodge, still reeling from what was happening, but Leonel's blade was absolutely relentless, and in that moment, she saw shadows of herself in him.

A flash of understanding lit her eyes.

While she was knocking rust off, there was someone else that was improving right before her.

Leonel had never had systematic training in his entire life. From the very start, his father had left him to fend for himself. Even when he gained a "master," all Nilrem really did was teach him life lessons, then point him toward techniques that he had created himself in past lives.

What he did best was improve on his own. And the worst things his enemies could do was give him a template to follow.

Not only had the Demoness given him a template, she did it all through a Dream Force illusion. And then she had the audacity to run her Spear Force through his Weapon Force Innate Node. All of her progress, all of her understanding…

Was his own now.

He wasn't just Leonel the King.

He wasn't just Leonel the Father.

He wasn't just Leonel the Husband.

He wasn't just Leonel the Son.

He was also Leonel the Wise Star Order.

In this world, there was nothing he couldn't document, nothing he couldn't see through, nothing he couldn't grasp when given enough time.

His spear ran through the Demoness' chest, and she looked down in abject shock.

Slowly, her expression almost seemed to fade away. Her emotions were leaking out into the world, melding into her Dream Force, and then diluting to such a large extent that there was almost nothing left of her.

"Okay…" she said lightly.

The spear in her hands changed.

The Demoness that Leonel had just ripped a hole through slowly faded.

She appeared in the distance, reality re-written as though she had never suffered the slightest bit of injury. She stood there in silence as her new spear manifested, her thoughts seemingly in a distant place.

Despite the dilution of her emotions, Leonel could feel all sorts of them coming from her, but they ultimately boiled down to a simple phrase…

She was at a crossroads.

Standing there, she wasn't really sure what road to take.

But oddly enough, it wasn't that she was hesitant. She had long set off on a particular path, her aim remaining the exact same. And she had no intention of changing.

Rather, she was considering another matter…

How much of her strength did she want to show right now?

Leonel could feel his Dream Force improving by leaps and bounds every moment he spent in this battle, and because of that, he could feel the deep and unfathomable well remaining within the Demoness.

But this question she was pondering made his eyes narrow.

What was she conserving her strength for?

Leonel looked off into the distance, his gaze landing on the Northern Star that loomed overhead so closely that they could practically reach out and touch it.

"I see…"

In this ultimate battle, both grandson and grandmother seemed distracted, their thoughts elsewhere.

And yet…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

They continued to stand there, but illusions danced through the air, their every clash just as real as the last.

They both danced across the line of illusion and reality, the strikes of their spears carrying more power, more control, more mystery with every blow.

A battle of Dream Force raged through the skies as they lost themselves in their own minds.

And then they suddenly moved at once.

As though the iterations of their battles all played out at the same time, their weapons seemed to multiply in the air, a myriad of changes taking place until their blades clashed.

BOOM!

There was only the slightest pause before Leonel coughed, taking a heavy step back.

The new spear of the Demoness had solidified. It was as simple as could be, a wooden spear with a flat, double-edged blade. It carried not the slightest hint of power to it, and yet Leonel could feel the concentration of Auspicious Air.

It was as though the spear itself was the embodiment of enlightenment.

Maybe this was payback. He had managed to defeat his grandfather after his inferior weapon gave way. And now…

Leonel looked at his spear manifested from his Dream Force and Idol. Cracks riddled its surface, and it seemed like any moment now, it would completely collapse.

"So such a path of Force Crafting is possible too. Fascinating."

Leonel flipped his spear in his palms, Ten Stars appearing to his back. They formed a link and a Constellation took shape.

"I'll be taking that too, then."

A Natural Force Art took shape, the Morales Constellation shimmering bright and powerful.

Auspicious Air poured down from the skies.

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