Dimensional Descent

Compared to the dress of the youths, the elders of Valiant Heart Mountain weren't dressed much differently at all. In fact, there were only two differences one could point out.

The first was the color of their cloth belts. What dangled between their legs wasn't the black of the youths, but rather a striking red. At least, most of them wore this red as though dyed by centuries of blood. The old man that led them, though, wore one of copper, as though the blood that had once drenched his had rusted over with age.

The second difference was a shawl draped over their shoulders. This matched the color of their cloth belts, giving them a more dignified appearance than the kids below.

The old man's exposed torso was just as hollowed out as the pale young man from before. But, though his body seemed worn with age, his back was as straight as a javelin despite the fact he simultaneously used a walking stick.

The atmosphere fell into silence as this group of five walked forward.

One could feel the difference between realms of existence when standing before the powerful. Though these five elders had yet to speak a word, it felt as though there was a mountain weighing down on them all, as though they wouldn't be satisfied until they all kneeled in deference.

Though the Dimensions felt like 'power levels', this wasn't the case. In fact, only talents like Leonel and Aina would feel this way… like crossing Dimensions and evolving to a higher state of being was no different than crossing any other barrier.

However, to middling existences, the barrier between Dimensions was akin to Heaven and Earth.

There was no doubt that each and every one of these elders stood as a Fifth Dimensional entity, a barrier that more than half of those here would never even cross, let alone travel so deeply into.

This was a strength that they idealized, that they aspired to, that they respected from the deepest recesses of their hearts…

"… Stop playing around."

side and coughed lightly. He looked up to see what all the commotion was about only to find that no one dared to

elders at the very

felt like a refreshing breeze was wrapping around his body. Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy it very much because he seemingly only now remembered that he was still injured. Though Aina's food had helped him along, he was still only about 70% of his normal self, which was a miracle unto itself considering the state of his inner

was definitely not enough for

'Oh…'

he had vaguely felt an energy integrating with his body and improving it. If it wasn't for the fact

that Leonel understood that that feeling must have come from the energy

really his fault. He was so powerful but Earth only had Third Dimensional Invalids to deal with. Those existences

to a Variant Invalid on the verge of entering the Fifth Dimension. The difference was striking. It was no wonder the Puppet Master's residual energy had such a great

he had only absorbed about 20 or 30% of the energy. Unfortunately, his body

have

to a perfect state immediately. But it seemed a waste

it, I'll be

in silence, allowing the youths to soak up the feeling of being in

give them a goal to aspire to while also making their authority unquestionable. Every

individual with an absentminded gaze couldn't help but stand out. It also most definitely didn't help that there was a small clearing around

enough to shock him awake, but Leonel continued to be lost in his own world as though his daydreaming

pressure was like a spring breeze to Leonel. If it wasn't for Aina

hands to his sides. There was truly nothing