Dimensional Descent

Ingkath feet stomped forward as he began to make his way up the mountain, his eyes completely focused on the pillars before him.

Though the elders of Valiant Heart Mountain stood between the pillars, the youths themselves were a ways down the mountain, a few hundred meters from the foot of the Gates, in fact.

From their position, sensing the pressure of the Gates was impossible. So, in the beginning, Ingkath sensed nothing and continued to walk forward and up courageously.

However, the instant he crossed the 300 meter line to the Gates, a roar suddenly shook his mind. It was so loud and sudden that blood began to ooze from his ears.

Despite this, Ingkath remained on his own two feet, his expression finally growing serious.

This roar had no tangible owner. In fact, it looked as though he was the only one to have heard it at all.

The elders at the top continued to stand there as though nothing happened and the youths to his back who had yet to make a move were only watching him without saying a word. It wasn't until blood began dripping from Ingkath's ears that the latter group began to feel like something was wrong.

However, it was at that exact moment that Ingkath began to laugh, beating his fists against his brawny chest until his dark-ish skin became red.

A strong surge of Force erupted from him as he shot forward.

A barrage of bestial roars assaulted his psyche, making his every step heavy and his every movement labored. But, he continued to charge upward, his muscles rippling with vitality and ferocity.

The young lady with twin ponytails braided to combine at her chest blinked with curiosity.

After a while of watching, she too stepped forward.

"Irolana of the Faex Tribe."

her hair down as she too

pale youth didn't move for a

at me like that, I'm going to dig your eyes out." Balthorn

out for all to see, yet you don't want me

the pale youth, her proud chest swaying with her movements like

as it's by your hands, I think I'll enter my coffin with a

scoffed. "I don't like scrawny

pale youth continued

guess, you like tall, bronzed, and handsome men who…

youths cackling only became louder. In fact, it seemed to take so much energy out of him that he just might keel over and die

her lack of one only seemed to make her

ran off, swearing to get you a tag or die trying. Yet, you're standing here thinking about

sharp gaze gave way to a curling

How about a beauty you can gaze upon at your own risk, but

these words said, Balthorn strode forward, clearly having no intention of waiting for those white knights of hers to retrieve a tag in her stead. As for the trouble they got into trying to do such a thing?

She said simply and

she stepped onto

"Wait for me beauty!"

moved. As though a shadow, he appeared by Balthorn as though he

The pale youth spoke. But, it seemed that his words were aimed more for Balthorn than

…

was concerned, Leonel wouldn't do anything to harm her. Plus, even if they fell behind by a step, it didn't really matter much. They were young and time was on their side, who was better and who was worse would be clear

past groups of confused youths trying to

no small number of them