Dimensional Descent

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The skies rocked and shook as a Primordial Terror the size of worlds appeared. It was only now that so many Bubbles had fused into one that one could finally see the true majesty of these creatures. It was almost like they had done this precisely so that they could take advantage of such a thing. It sounded petty and ridiculous, but somehow Leonel felt that this was a large part of their choice. Who wanted to spend their existence rushing around in the void just because they were too big to be accommodated onto any world? Maybe if Leonel was that large, he would understand their feelings as well. But, he also had a feeling that things weren't nearly so simple. Not even close. At that moment, several of the Gods that had descended from above began to bow, including the Demoness. She didn't seem to be reluctant in the slightest, but knowing this woman, she was likely willing to do anything for her goals. If she could have not just one child, but two for the sake of her goals, why would she draw the line at bowing? As such, when Leonel saw this scene, he didn't think much of it. The jury still wasn't out on whether the Demoness was a true follower of whatever cult this was, or if she was using them like she always used her own family. Before much other than this could happen, surging auras filled the skies. The Owlans that had been on the verge of Godhood broke through one after another. Nothing could stop their momentum. Elysium's own momentum blew away the Void Race member that he was battling and Dharma formed high in the skies behind him. It was the perfect reflection of himself, an enormous manifestation that stomped down from the skies above and blew the earth apart. He unleashed a roar into the skies and veins bulged across his body. A pair of golden wings unfurled behind his Dharma and his aura soared once again. This was the Dharma, the manifestation of a person. Watching it be born like this, Leonel realized just how similar it was to the technique of the Four Great Families. Could it really be the case that they were replicating the Dharma through the use of this technique? However, a Dharma was just the vague image of a person. An Idol was what was considered to be the true manifestation. The Dharma was like a larger-than-life version of oneself for a reason. The Dharma's only responsibility was making one's presence across the Dimensions larger. The larger one's presence across the Dimensions, the more Force you could control and the stronger you would become. However, that was just the shape of it, while the Idol was the truest essence. A Dharma took the shape of a person only because this was the simplest way to replicate a person's strength for someone who hadn't truly decided what they were yet. However, an Idol was a more condensed form of this. Not only did it take far less energy to summon and use as a result, but it was several times more powerful because it was more focused. Essentially, rather than recognizing it as a humanoid, an Idol was recognized as a Force of its own, making Existence far more receptive to it. Leonel didn't think that he would get to see the formation of an Idol for a long while… until Elysium broke through again right before his very eyes. His humanoid manifestation burst into a rain of light and suddenly a golden sword array in the form of a fan took shape. The swords whistled out in all directions before they concentrated into the form of a pair of wings that fused with Elysium's own pair. At that moment, a piercing pillar of light rose above his head and tore through the veil into the God Realm. The connection between the two Realms became even sturdier and the world roared. High in the skies, everyone could see it. The Northern Star loomed overhead so close that it seemed like it might swallow up the entire world any minute now. Elysium wasn't the only one breaking through. It felt like all across the Demi-God Realm, more and more characters that had been suppressing themselves bloomed all at once. Even without going to check, Leonel knew that his card against the Barbarian Race was useless now. They certainly had experts of their own capable of taking this step, and whatever deals he had had with them would no longer be on the table. If it was the case that he could even survive today to begin with. As though on cue, a lovely woman appeared by his side. Aina left the Segmented Cube on her own, sensing that a change had occurred. When she sensed it, her eyes couldn't help but narrow as well. She looked toward Leonel and he just gave her a light smile. BOOM! The Primordial Terror came to a stop high in the skies. "Rise."

Its voice was filled with oceans of time and life, so deep and gravelly that several on their way through breakthroughs actually failed and directly died. Leonel's own blood rolled like an ocean within him and it took a great deal of effort just to get it to stop. This person was strong. So impossibly so that he didn't even know how to quantify it all. Even if it wasn't for its size, he would feel as insignificant as an ant. The Gods in the skies rose upon hearing these words, but then Leonel felt his chest explode. A rain of blood soared out. He looked down at his chest only to find that it wasn't just a feeling, but that was exactly what had happened. As for why… It was because the Primordial Terror took a look at him. "You have the scent of my people on you."

Leonel stood there as his brothers and Aina looked on in horror. With a bloody hole in his chest, he grinned a crimson grin. "Check my belly while you're at it. They were quite delicious." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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