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."

down

youth didn't move for a

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

to see, yet you don't want me

youth, her proud chest swaying with her movements

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

don't like scrawny

pale youth

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

louder. In fact, it seemed to take so much

lack of one only

flocking around you like a pack of hyenas just ran off, swearing to get you a tag or die trying. Yet, you're standing here thinking about a man who

way to a

beauty you can gaze upon at your own risk, but

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

She said

stepped onto

"Wait for me beauty!"

a shadow, he appeared by Balthorn as though he had always

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

…

the end, she didn't say anything to stop him. As far as she 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

of confused youths

groups that they passed by, there were no small number of them that