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.

What was most surprising about him, though, was the fact he was one of the rare bowman who had chosen

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

was clear that while Leonel's talent was several levels beyond his own, the one with more experience and training was clear at a single

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

for this very reason that though he seemed cautious, he was the one with his guard the most lowered. In fact, he could even spare thoughts toward the kind

was only to 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

a long brownish-red tongue covered in bumps and sinkholes.

the tip of his tongue swung past his nose,

can see

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

point that he hardly registered an arrow aimed through the body

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 time to

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

Unfortunately…

BANG!

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 know that the corpse that fell by his feet would be the

by shrapnel, causing his already unpleasant features to become even

already feel his consciousness slipping

chance to hit the ground when an arrow shot through his

couldn't have at least… checked if I was dead

the initial strike, 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 his life