Dimensional Descent

The man looked massive, something that was inconceivable considering the level of security he would have had to live under for his entire life.

He wore a grey uniform with a single zipper that went from his collar to his crotch. On his left chest, a bright red tag shone: #D2901.

The air around this man seemed to grow solid, a palpable killing intent hanging heavily around him.

It shouldn't have been possible for even an A-grade Prisoner to become so large, let alone a Dark Prisoner. Their meals were perfectly measured to maintain health and prevent starvation, but it shouldn't have been enough to feed their strength, let alone growing to have such a muscular body.

There was no doubt that whatever ability this man had, his strength was related to it.

City Lord Hargrove's expression flickered.

'He doesn't know what The Empire is? Or who the Emperor is?... Interesting, it seems that we've underestimated just how villainous this Ascension Empire is…'

Hargrove should have known. Any Empire that dared to name itself Ascension had to be arrogant without regard.

There was a reason those of the Dimensional Verse described the evolution of a world as the Descent of a Dimension. It was supposed to represent a bestowal by the Universe. Whether it be the talent or potential of a world, it was all gifted. A world didn't grow to accept an evolution, rather an evolution fell upon a certain world.

This was the subtle difference. This was the core truth behind Dimensional Descent.

Yet, whether by coincidence or by a lofty purpose, Earth's Empire named itself Ascension. Arrogance didn't even begin to describe such bloviating. It almost made Hargrove laugh in rage.

most. Yet, this Earth, despite being lucky enough to be gifted such prospects, actually believed that they could snub their noses

His long mustache caught a wind, whipping about wildly along

hands clasped behind his back, his chest standing wide

accept one

he heard

ground

BANG!

shot into the skies, crossing a 50 meter length in a single

and the others could no longer wait. This wasn't because they decided to trust these people, but rather because the appearance of this man had sent

guards at their level of security was minimal. After the destruction of the prison, Damian could use his ability again. As a person who had an S-grade ability upon

fools. They knew that the guards on the lower levels

guard appeared. Unable to wield their normal weapons any longer, they wielded cold weapons. However, their actions didn't seem awkward in the

path for them all. The maddening howls of

prisoners below were. It was impossible for them to spend so many decades within these walls and not see certain oddities. However, after seeing these men and women

They were insane.

feet, ran on all fours. Some rolled about as though they were balls rather than humans. A few chose to walk on their hands,

normal prisoners amongst them, wearing #C's and #B's across their chests had never felt such fear in their lives. They gathered into groups, hoping that they wouldn't lose their

of the world were so shallow that she didn't seem to understand shame at all. Her prison garbs were

the normal prisoners by Damian's side. She had never seen such emotion before,

despite the fact they were running with all their might. It was quite baffling, actually. Unlike Dark Prisoners, C and B-grade prisoners got to exercise