Dimensional Descent

The wooden yacht slowly went through the city, following loops and curls until it finally docked at a busy harbor.

Up ahead, a building that looked quite similar to a grand city hall stood. Instead of having doors, it had large archways that accepted ingoing and outgoing traffic. The entire first floor was open to the wind and elements while the above floors stood on the archways as though they were their legs.

Of the many docked ships at the harbor, groups of people walked out. They were all armed with various weapons. Some wore half or full armors, others wore robes like priests, and some others were dressed quite normally. If it wasn't for the Metamorphosis, Leonel would have thought this to be some sort of comic convention.

"Let's go." Damian spoke to his team before turning his attention to Leonel.

"This building is called the Southern Lookout. Those with Sectors located in the south have to come here to report every half year. In addition, it's also the place we come to introduce the new members of our elite teams."

Leonel nodded in understanding and followed along, sweeping his Internal Sight over as much as he could and committing them to memory.

Soon, the group had lined up in a long queue. The process somewhat baffled Leonel. Why was all of this so bureaucratic?

"… the rankings had some movement."

"Really? What happened?"

"I heard that 'Chasing Wind' killed a target with an S-grade evaluation so they moved up from the fourth spot to the third, pushing down 'Thunderous Clap' by one."

Leonel, in all his boredom, caught a few conversations with his Internal Sight. He found that he could use this sixth sense of his not only as an eye in the sky, but also as an extension of his other senses. If he wanted to, he could even 'feel' like he was touching someone who was hundreds of meters away from him.

of his touch, others seemed to notice. And,

are rankings?"

do you know

just overheard a conversation. Something about 'Chasing Wind' and 'Thunderous

Leonel liked to refer to her, interjected, pushing her soft cheeks between the arms of

generation does. It's an unfortunate reality, but the truth. Our abilities have far more room for evolution than

the 'Empire's Swine' list. Threats are ranked on it. In order

so involved with the Slayer Legion, and even if he did, he didn't very much like the idea of targeting people just because they were a little talented. If they had committed atrocities, that was one thing. But if they were

still one more thing he was curious

'Thunderous Clap',

have our own confidential system to verify their contributions. But, the top priority is ensuring that they're

finally understanding. If possible, he would also like

Damian, they were rebels who had already retired from service. Obviously, the Slayer Legion

others were assigned to was dozing off to the point of

a few times in a row that the old man's

to realize that it wasn't the catwoman's actions who woke the old man up, but rather that he got up because he felt

even Damian's brother in rank. Even when they weren't such big shots, the Slayer Legion protected them to a fault. After all, if an organization

the old man picked up a

you usually do…" The old man giggled lewdly, almost like he was a teen secretly chatting with his girlfriend while trying not to wake