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.

need to stare at me so intently?" Flowing Wind blinked her eyes and brought her elbows together, winking flirtatiously at

was hardly wearing much to begin with. Now with this, it felt as though

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 revenge, right? He would teach her a lesson

more, I don't mind. But you'll have to get a little closer." Flowing Wind said

mind coming closer, but you look a bit fragile. I might accidentally snap

exactly what

cross the distance between them at that very moment. She looked every bit the part

and not her tantalizing figure, it would sound as though she was inviting you to the depths of hell rather than

a moment, he

stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at Roaring Black Lion with an 'expectant'

snapping twig sounded. Many looked over to find a pair walking toward them, both of who were young men. One had molten lava painted

even shot complicated gazes toward the latter. However, a hint of confusion could be seen amongst those of the Eastern Lookout. Well, almost all

was one particular group that seemed to have found the prey they were looking for. Almost like ravenous dogs tied to a chain they

who he

group of three

gritted teeth, a young man who had red veins painted across his mask and went by the name 'Ruptured Artery',

tied up in a tree and couldn't get down for