Dimensional Descent

Near the center of the 'Project Hunt' island, there was a gathering of not so inconspicuous youths taking place. Some were looking toward one another with vigilance and hostility that could hardly be concealed.

If one could set aside the peculiarity of the atmosphere, the surroundings itself was quite beautiful. Many lakes, rivers and rolling hills could be seen. The only issue was that it all seemed quite unnatural.

It felt impossible that such a scenery could be formed organically. It was almost like a painter laid down a fantasy world on their canvas, only for it to somehow pop up and become a reality.

The rivers wound in and out of the lakes like ribbons of water flowing as they pleased. Some of them didn't even take the green hills as obstruction, crawling up their sides and falling down the other in small waterfalls.

It really was a beautiful sight. But, it seemed that none of the youths had the mind to care about such things as they looked toward each other with vigilance.

Roaring Black Lion stood to one side, his gaze practically spitting fire as he looked toward a group of three youths. There were numerous wounds across his body, making it obvious that Leonel wasn't the only one having a hard time during this Hunt. But, judging by the hostility in his gaze, it was obvious that while Leonel was suffering at the hands of a beast, it seemed that he had suffered at the hands of his fellow man.

It wasn't just him who had such wounds and carried such animosity. Aside from Chasing Wind — whose indifference was maybe somewhat obvious considering the speed at which she could escape — they all had such gazes, even Thunderous Clap.

Toward such eyes, Pisces, Flowing Wind, King of Seas and the rest of the Eastern Lookout youths could only chuckle. Who asked the Southern Lookout Promising Youths to be stupid enough to travel alone? If it wasn't for this, would they have suffered such obvious losses?

Of course, there was one group amongst the Eastern Lookout fellows that didn't seem to be having such a great time. However, rather than having their eyes trained on a particular person, they were constantly scanning the surroundings as though trying their best to find their prey.

Wind blinked her eyes and brought

provocative. She was hardly wearing much to begin with. Now with this,

Lion looked her up and down. Despite the rage in his eyes not dispelling, it seemed he was perfectly fine with enjoying the show. And why not? He didn't have to turn a blind eye to her beauty just to get his

you want to look some more, I don't mind. But you'll have to get a

you look a bit fragile. I might

exactly what I

would cross the distance between them at that very moment. She looked every bit the part of a woman

and only focused on her words and

numerous broad steps forward. In a moment, he was so close to Flowing Wind that her ample chest just

her hands on her hips, looking up at

might take a turn for the worse, the sound of shuffling grass and a snapping twig sounded. Many looked over to find a

toward the latter. However, a hint of

Almost like ravenous dogs tied to a chain they couldn't

know who

one of her group of three who thought about the

who had red veins painted across his mask and went by the name 'Ruptured

down for