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, was the fact he was one of the rare bowman who had chosen to take part in

silent. He crossed over one step at a time, leaving his body

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

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

with his guard the most lowered. In fact, he could even spare thoughts toward the kind of rewards he would gain for

goal was only to capture the flag. But, wouldn't the game end much quicker if he just

sinkholes. It looked more

the tip of his tongue swung past his

can

direction he had sensed movement. But, all he

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

an attack, it was also inevitable that said attack would be slowed

propping himself up on a knee. Without even

Unfortunately…

BANG!

ran of metallic shrapnel barraged the #19

corpse fell and didn't even bother to move away

side of Zyllee's face was bombarded by shrapnel, causing his already unpleasant features to

feel his

chance to hit the

couldn't have at least… checked if

it hadn't been to the point of dying so soon. He was severely injured, but as a demon, he could have fought another round or two before