Dimensional Descent

Soon, an odd metallic beast came into being.

At first it seemed that its metal coverings were just bits of oddly placed armor. However, when it began to stretch, it became obvious from its movement that these metallic shields were a part of its body.

It stood on four limbs, looking somewhat like a large silver tiger. However, its tail was exceptionally long, being formed of shield-like scales that reminded one of a scorpion without the final pincer. This tail was almost like a whip, being double the length of the creature's body.

It had two sharp tusks that left its mouth partially open. At the same time, it only had a single vertical eye that split its forehead in two.

At this time, the beast was surrounded by a shield. Though the voice had said that the first trial had begun, a step had to be completed first.

The demon chosen to be first stood on its platform, facing the creature. However, he had yet to step onto the main platform just yet. This wasn't because he was cowering in fear, but rather because odd patterns had begun to form before him.

He wasn't the only one who could see these patterns. It was another choice. Except this time, everyone would bear witness to it together.

Soon, the patterns coalesced, forming a clear image. What was left were numerous spheres connected by branching lasers.

Most of these spheres were dim. However, at the very bottom, there was one that was slightly brighter.

Leonel's mind immediately realized what this was.

'Skill tree?'

At first, Leonel thought his idea was silly. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the only explanation.

The demon's choice of weapon was a mace. The only bright sphere of the skill tree also projected the image of a mace except this mace was in movement, displaying what Leonel assumed was a technique.

the appearance of this skill tree. His eyes looked toward the top of the skill tree with a fiery light, but he was well aware he wasn't in position to

a hint of reluctance, he reached for the only

brandished his mace and licked his

platform. In that instant, the lazily stretching beast suddenly stopped, a faint growl trembling

that it would be a matter of a few

or even the vice versa of either. The reason he was so shocked

didn't use any other moves but

this point in his thoughts, he sucked in a cold breath and suddenly understood how this trial would work. There were likely formless laws in this place that made it impossible to use skills

choosing the bow. If things were really

with simple steps. In addition, his skill seemed to have a cool down as though this was really a game. This sort of situation caused him to only be able to attack once every three

was controlled, whether it was movement, attack or defense! As a bowman, Leonel was particularly restricted.

to use his Mage Arts to make up for his lack of arrows. But, if

certain that if this place could restrict even attack patterns, there was no way it would allow him

Leonel clenched his

sound of shattering glass resounded. An invisible

flashed brilliantly. Though fatigued, he had