Dimensional Descent

Leonel had entered the Ore Market with slow, deliberate steps. Everyone who saw him seemed to give him a wide berth whether it be by design or instinct.

Originally, he hadn't known exactly where to go, his hands now empty of Gersan and Thetris with them having out lived their use. But, Nigmir's shouts gave him an easy road map to follow. Since they wanted to roll out the red carpet for him, he would happily oblige.

…

Nigmir shot up from his seat, a deep frown on his face when he saw one of their peace keepers come flying through the tent's wall.

At first, Nigmir thought that this was Kaela's doing. With her fiery temper, he didn't think that she would take this laying down. He had most definitely expected her to at least try to inform the elders of Valiant Heart. But, directly attacking was a foolish choice, it would only give them even more leverage when it came to the inevitable trial.

Nigmir didn't think Kaela was this stupid. And, as expected, when he turned to face her, she was just as surprised by the turn of events as he was.

At that moment, a young man whose body danced with what looked like golden flames slowly made his way forward. His posture was casual, his hands even being in his pants pockets. Yet, no one dared to approach him. The heat he was giving off was simply too much.

"… Black belt?"

Nigmir was stunned. A mere black belt dared to make so much trouble?

Not only was this brat a black belt, but he didn't even have a Peak emblem on his belt either. The only youths who had yet to join a Peak by now were the average to below average talents. They would need more accumulation before they could think of passing the Peak Exams.

This meant that Nigmir watching Leonel stroll into the Ore Market like this was almost like a King Beast watching an ant try to take over its territory. It wasn't just a small bit ridiculous.

that he should have been enraged at

"Sarrieth. Where is he?"

to bow down even

Nigmir's mind went blank.

Sarrieth?

But, since when did a mere black belt not respectively call him King of Ores? Since when was it a brat's turn to call out their leader's name so casually as though

was then that

self while making it recognizable enough to pick him out on the streets. But, at this moment, Nigmir found it almost

said… This had long ago stopped

Dimension was weak. No person who could claim ten tags during the Freshman Exam was weak. No person who could enrage the vice

was about Leonel's talent were fools. This was about nothing more than seniors enforcing the hierarchy

Leonel for a

"Peace Keepers!" Nigmir roared.

the sound of shuffling feet

Market was nothing more than a hidden battle ground. Though it had been a long time since anyone deemed

teeth as sharp and

a black belt

His senses have gotten dull after

erupted into laughter together. Their two leaders, Cormus, the jagged tooth young man, and

at this sudden change of

sense for the King of Ores faction to bring out so much fire power to deal with one young man. It was as though they