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.

a hook nose that seemed displaced from a large beaked bird and two sharp hawk-like eyes. What was most surprising about him, though, was the fact he was one of the rare bowman who had

He crossed over one step at a time, leaving his

from his movement alone, Leonel could learn many things. It was clear that while Leonel's talent was several levels beyond his own, the one

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 could hide from

cautious, he was the one with his guard the most lowered. In

capture the flag. But, wouldn't the game end much quicker if he just killed his only opponent? Why waste ten minutes running away if things could

his lips, revealing a long brownish-red tongue covered in bumps and sinkholes. It looked more like a piece of aged skin rather than someone's

of habit, the tip of his tongue swung past his nose, picking at both

can

head whipping around in the direction he had sensed movement. But, all he

point that he hardly registered an arrow aimed through the body and toward his

Zyllee 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 gave Zyllee plenty

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

Unfortunately…

BANG!

corpse exploded. A ran of metallic shrapnel

had thought that Leonel's attack was finished the moment the corpse fell and didn't even bother to move away from it. Little

by shrapnel, causing his already unpleasant features to

already feel his consciousness slipping away as his

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

at 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 as a demon, he could