Dimensional Descent

The appearance of a third City placed the already reeling Capital even further onto its backfoot.

There were four City Lords that stood above the rest. By some wisp of luck, Earth had managed to get rid of one of them in City Lord White. However, that unfortunately left three still remaining. And now… These three had all aimed their weapons toward the Ascension Empire's core.

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Hutch brandished his blade, his unkempt gray hair whistling in the wind like dried strands of straw. Blood caked his body, his rusted blade especially dripping with copious amounts.

He crossed the battlefield with a certain level of confidence to him. Everywhere he passed, time seemed to distort and slow, only for another life to be reaped. His presence alone seemed to stop the continuous defeats the Slayer Legion suffered.

Raynred's sneer finally thinned seeing such a scene. Even at such a distance, he could feel danger emitting from Hutch's blade. He felt that he would stand no chance beneath it, a reality that he simply couldn't fathom.

This Hutch had at best recently broken into the Fourth Dimension while he himself was already in the Fifth Tier of the Fourth Dimension. There shouldn't be anything that could bridge such a gap.

Was the difference between their abilities really so drastic?

Worlds like Terrain which were lacking in talent often placed great emphasis on their Force cultivation. This bred the illusion that one's diligence was far more important than the talent one was born with. However, it was just that… an illusion.

Between two people who had vastly different levels of talent, Force cultivation was almost irrelevant. Leonel himself was continuously battling foes many times stronger than him in terms of foundation and he never once paused to think about what Tier they had reached.

his head. It wasn't just

didn't know what magic the old man had pulled, but the skill with which he used that blade was beyond comprehension. It should be the Four Seasons Realm… but why was it that there were

it's

startled out of his thoughts, only to find that his father along with Head Falls and Head Mirage had

Raynred's lips curled up again. He hadn't known why his old man and the others hadn't stepped onto the battlefield yet. But, now that they were here,

Heads wasn't firmly in Tier 7

…

odd debuff had on him was limited. Much like Aina could regain control of her body using her ax as a medium, Hutch could fulfill this

such a medium. Or, more accurately, not everyone could tap into it to the

Monet and the other new generation Supremes had received training since their youth, but with Earth still in the Third Dimensional stage, communicating with Universal Force was hundreds of times more difficult back then. Hutch was practically the only one who could reach such a stage without issue. And, even then, had he been born in

regimens after you gained your fancy new abilities, but what did you all do? Now look

at the corpses floating on the water

teeth hard, brandishing her fiery whip as she tried to support Hutch along with the other elites, but it was clear that her flames were even weaker than they had been when she met Leonel despite

blades. His actions seemed no different from a butcher hacking meat, yet

"Die!"

shook the battlefield, his shouts laced with anger. The veins across his wrinkled body

dashing out of the army, each moving with such speed that the waters beneath their

Dimension, the larger the differences between Tiers became. The difference between a Tier 5 entity like Raynred and a Tier 8 one like his father was akin to the vastness of the universe. It was simply