Dimensional Descent

The battlefield was the ocean's surface. Warriors swept across, brandishing their weapons as best they could without proper footholds. It was clear that it was much more difficult to use the water's surface as an anchor point than it would have been real ground.

Blood flew, coloring the deep blue waters a grotesque shade of purple. But, just as quickly as these pockets of color formed, they were washed away, blending into the deep liquid body as though nothing had happened.

"Are these the so-called talents of Earth? Is this supposed to be a joke?"

Reynred Solar's expression was plastered with a sneer. After he had learned that Aina, a woman he had lost to, was an Eartherner, he had already had some pent up dissatisfaction when it came to people of this world.

No matter how talented Earth was, in their eyes, it was nothing but an upstart. How could it compare to their thousands of years of heritage?

Did they have Styles? Did they have Force Techniques of their own passed down by their ancestors? Did they even have their society built back to what it once was before the Metamorphosis?

At this point, Earth was nothing but a child having lost the backing of its parents. There were no Higher Dimensional worlds coming to coddle and hold them any longer. They were on their own right now, yet they were supposedly better than them?

Since when had the Dimensional Verse become such a joke?!

Jilniya's look of disdain was no less. On the ocean's surface, her Falls Style was even stronger than it would be otherwise. Her every palm seemed to be able to reap another life, even if said life was over a dozen meters away. This battlefield had practically become a one sided slaughter.

"The only issue with this is that if matters are really so easy, what are the odds the Cities appreciate this favor of ours?" Jilniya said offhandedly, reaping another life.

Reynred's sneer deepened.

what they think at this point? We're already here, aren't we? Since when have we feared what the Cities think? Do we even need their opinion? At worst, we'll just share this new world with them just like we shared

two spoke, Wilas stood the side silently, scanning the battlefield with a hint of caution in his eye. As the one with the one with the strongest sensory abilities among them, he could tell that these matters weren't so

the case,

light flashed within her gaze, but she didn't say anything as she looked toward her

to convey, but his calm smile

…

with a frown,

much experience, he was the most aware when there was something wrong

he not seem to do anything about it, he wasn't even aware of what the main issue was to begin with. He found it completely baffling even with his

the true

the carnage happening before him. He seemed to be the oldest he had been in a very long time, his wrinkles becoming

Hutch had never gotten a true taste of the vast universe before. He lamented that he was

enough that this old body of his managed to hold on to the end, to make it here. Now, he

Unfortunately, reality was cruel.