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.

bearings and realize that he should have been enraged

"Sarrieth. Where is he?"

and detached. His words alone seemed to cause the elements to bow down even to the point many felt as though

Nigmir's mind went blank.

Sarrieth?

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 it

was then that Nigmir

liberties with the Leo the Cuck posters, almost making Leonel look like a caricature of his own self while making it recognizable enough to pick him out on the streets. But, at this moment, Nigmir found it almost impossible to match Leonel with those

said… This had long ago stopped being anything about

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

talent were fools. This was about nothing more than seniors enforcing

stared at Leonel for

"Peace Keepers!" Nigmir roared.

sound of shuffling feet surrounded the massive

more than a hidden battle ground. Though it had been a long time

the Peace Keepers, a young man with teeth as sharp

control a black belt on your own and even

have gotten dull after doing nothing but counting

leaders, Cormus, the jagged tooth young man, and Ardryn, a young woman carrying a massive great

frowned at this sudden change of

and Ardryn only seemed to be joking, their underlying point still stood. It didn't make 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 wanted to end this swiftly and strongly, displaying their dominance to the utmost