Dimensional Descent

Jefrach was drenched in sweat.

In order not to lose face, he had kept up with Leonel's pace from start to finish. But the result made his lung scream.

Unfortunately, the pressure of the Gates had nothing to do with strength. Even a Fifth Dimensional entity would face a proportional amount of pressure. This was, of course, the same for Jefrach.

But, what Jefrach couldn't believe was that Leonel seemed unaffected. Let alone breathing as heavily as him, Leonel didn't even seem as though he had sweated a single drop. To make matters worse, Jefrach was certain that the reason he was in such a sorry state was because of the pressure of the wall, but rather because of the pressure from Leonel himself.

Finally, for the first time since their competition began, Leonel looked toward Jefrach.

"You don't look too good, baldy. You doing okay?"

Jefrach's gaze flashed with a bloody red. He glared at Leonel, his chest heaving.

At that moment, from atop the city walls, a few individuals looked down with curiosity. They all seemed like youths as well. However, whether they had gone through the same trials or not was unknown.

"Isn't that Black City's bald boy? He looks like he's in a pretty sorry state, what happened to him?"

The few on the wall chuckled. However, let alone hearing them, those below couldn't even see them. It was as though they were in a completely different world.

The only one who frowned, seemingly realizing something was off, was Leonel. However, even with his senses, he had no way of seeing through the Brave City barrier. He only felt a faint itching at the small of his back as though he was being watched.

"Which door do you think they'll be able to open?"

"Pft, aren't you just wondering if we'll have any competition?"

"Regardless, if they're anything below Royal it'll be too much of a disappointment. If that was the case, I would have gotten up to come all the way over here for no reason."

Gate. It's rare for anything meaningful to come out of the Cities. And, those that

isn't that that madman's sister down there? Maybe the genes

the young man who spoke like he was

protective about anything related to his wife and his little sister. You better watch

clear that these people were speaking about Syl's elder brother. It seemed that he had already entered the city. However, oddly enough, his wife and Syl's

wasn't because Heira was too weak and it obviously wasn't because she was too

wasn't privy to this information as he couldn't

of the city walls seemed to accept this person's word as law and they all closed

up the conversation that had fallen to silence. "The Cities are only going to fall further and further behind the Powers at this rate. If they don't get themselves

were all from Powers themselves, or they wouldn't be reacting like

on strength first and foremost while their foundations are economy and governance. To them, abandoning Terrain would ruin their futures completely,

themselves to blame for

who had to tiptoe around their words, these nobles spoke their minds freely and boldly. This was the

The group snickered.

someone is going to try? Huh? Is that

only now they noticed

Gates. Though the pressure was adjusted based on strength, there was still a minimum requirement for foundation. They had simply

who could make a fool out of Jerach

Lord system was declining harshly. Though Jerach had some fame, they all docked him several points simply by virtue

who was only beating someone they didn't care much about to begin

"He…"

BANG!

palm touched the tall doors, his robes and hair

on his own two feet, was blasted flying, rolling in the dirt until he slowly landed

force trying to rip his arm apart. Strong energies surged toward him, but they rebounded off his body like