Dimensional Descent

Big Buddha frowned when he entered the castle. He immediately realized that there wasn't a single other soul. But, by his estimations, this didn't make sense. He most definitely wasn't the most powerful of those who had chosen to participate. By all rights, he logically shouldn't have been the first to reach this point.

He suddenly felt like something was wrong. The cold stone beneath his feet, the eerie works of art that hung from the tall walls and windows, the knight statues decorated with immaculate armor… It all felt too quiet, too disconcerting.

Little did Big Buddha know that there were several individuals feeling the exact way he did.

They all stood in the very same hall Big Buddha did, staring at the same eerie walls, feeling the same stifling weight on their chests, but none of them sensed the other. It was as though they were on different planes of existence, viewing the same things from a completely different perspective.

Leonel sat within the throne room, coldly watching these events. He was both surprised and disappointed to see Big Buddha taking part. Others might not be aware, but weren't they both here to complete the same mission? What did he gain by targeting him like this?

Leonel sighed and shook his head. He looked off blankly into the distance for a moment.

This world… why was it like this?

Something faint budded within Leonel's heart, but he wasn't in the mood to grasp it. He simply wanted this to end.

"Let's go, Little Blackstar."

Leonel took a step forward and was suddenly shrouded by shadows.

…

Zyllee was a Demon Lord ranked #19. He could be considered to have made a name for himself a long time ago.

most surprising about him, though,

and silent. He crossed over one step at a time, leaving his body in a ready position to fire his nocked arrow

clear that while Leonel's talent was several levels beyond his own, the one with more

Buddha, Zyllee wasn't surprised by the fact he was the only one here. He was confident in his own tracking and sensory abilities. There were very few things that

the most lowered. In fact, he could even spare thoughts toward the kind

game end much quicker if he just killed his only opponent? Why waste ten

bumps and sinkholes. It looked more like a piece

of his tongue swung past his nose, picking at both

I can

suddenly spoke, his head whipping around in the direction he had sensed movement. But, all he found was a corpse falling down

a realization shocked him to the point that he hardly registered an arrow aimed through the body and

was still a veteran of the battlefield. While it was clever to use a body to cover an attack, it was also inevitable that said attack would be slowed after passing through such an obstacle. This

the way of the corpse, rolling along the ground before propping himself up on a knee. Without even standing up, he was already prepared

Unfortunately…

BANG!

ran of metallic shrapnel barraged the

was finished the moment the corpse fell and didn't even bother to move away from it. Little did he

by shrapnel, causing his already

feel his consciousness slipping

even got the chance to hit the ground when an arrow shot through his

least… checked if

Though he had been hurt by the initial strike, it hadn't been to the point of dying so soon. He was severely injured, but