Dimensional Descent

"... So what are you trying to say, exactly?"

Elorin swung his blade down again, a mark of complete indifference on his face. He reaped another life with ease, the bloodiness of the battlefield seemingly having nothing to do with him.

"I'm saying that it's not yet time. You're a smart boy, do I really need to repeat myself?"

"It isn't that I don't understand what you're saying. It's more so that it doesn't make much sense. If now isn't the best time, then when else could possibly be?"

Looking at the state of the battlefield, Elorin thought that the caller on the other side much be pulling some sort of practical joke.

The casualties the Slayer Legion had tallied up to now numbered in the several thousand and these were among their elites. These sort of warriors couldn't just grow on trees. To make matters worse, Elorin was certain that The Capital was on its last legs as well.

The last reports they received detailed the three cities having all the momentum in the world to storm their way to the third layer, having already breached the second layer. By all rights, if this wasn't the appropriate time to act, then when was? Were they supposed to wait until Earth already fell into the hands of another?

"The time isn't right." The voice responded.

"If you're abandoning me just say so." Elorin said plainly, his expression not even fluctuating. "There's no need to beat around the bush like this.

"I hope you remember that you all are the ones who approached me first. With or without you, I will accomplish my goals. This is a new world order and there's an entire universe waiting to set the stage for talents like me. I don't need fair weather 'helpers' who won't show their faces."

The voice chuckled, clearly not minding Elorin's words.

"You're misunderstanding, Elorin. Also, you sound very mighty currently. But, you seem to have forgotten that you weren't the first to complete their Zone, you were second. And, that's just of this generation. As Earth continues to grow and evolve, and things settle down to the point people begin to have children again, the talents birthed with each successive generation will only grow more and more talented.

prepubescent chest of yours, you should remember that you aren't even the best on your own world. It isn't quite time for you to be thinking of

words either, his expression completely even keeled. He didn't seem to be insulted in the slightest. In fact, at the moment, he felt that he had already said all that needed to be said. There was no

was about to hang up, the

impatient, but sure, I don't mind

so just yet. You forget that we have talents of our own that have hardly stepped onto Earth's stage. According to our analysis, Earth hasn't quite reached the brink just yet, at least not for

when our victory is guaranteed will we move. Until then, sit tight and don't

cut the call, leaving Elorin to

later, Elorin looked up, his machete reaping

to put in some effort. After a while, his eyes landed on Raynred. With every flicker of his fingers, another young elite fell no matter

If it wasn't for the suppression of the Puppet Master, three or four of them would have been enough to take on Raynred to a standstill.

Wind and many others had already died. Of those that Leonel would even recognize, only Thunderous Clap and Chasing Wind

do.' Elorin thought indifferently, flickering across the

...

lips. By now,

facing those weaklings, the suppression on his abilities meant little. He could still reap their lives with ease. But now, it became obvious that his weapon

he could do about it. If he didn't defeat these three before him, the Slayer Legion

**

Slayer Legion's battlefield was, the situation at The Capital was far worse. In fact, the three cities had already bulldozed their way through the second layer. They were so comfortable in their position that

to the second layer, laying

Nile was still fresh on their minds. To make matters worse, more than just Nile had died

Jessica to his back, a stoic expression on his face. Every time Jessica tried to step forward, he would send

He would growl, his face showing about as much emotion as he usually would over the course of

chest as he