Dimensional Descent

"… Valiant Hall uses 20% of resources allocated for students without ever participating in resource competitions…"

"… Valiant Hall has exactly 793 cases of corruption in just this past half year alone since we began to track…"

"… Case 1: Student Aderil, guilty of embezzling merit points…"

"… Case 2: Student Xiron, guilty of embezzling merit points…"

"… Case 3: Student Faeynore, guilty of embezzling merit points…"

"… Case 7: Student Ren, guilty of exchanging merit points for favors..."

"… Case 8: Student Engkas, guilty of exchanging merit points for favors…"

"… Case 11: Student Morgo, guilty of exchanging merit points in exchange for sexual favors…"

Like a monotonous drone, Raylion began to list all the instances of the past half year. The stories were packed with such detail that one found it difficult to believe that they were fake. Things were only made worse by the fact these individuals of Valiant Hall weren't presence to defend themselves.

Things only continued to become more and more oppressive the more time Raylion spent speaking. It seemed that he had done thing on purpose, placing the most benign crimes ahead of the quickly worsening ones.

Explanations of exploitation, theft, and even sexual assault and violence were described in vivid detail, leaving many sitting in a state of half being at a loss and another half truly uncomfortable.

"… Case 22: Student Salor, guilty of …"

"… Case 31: Student Kirs, guilty of …"

"… Case 47: Teacher…"

The moment Raylion said the word teacher, the entire arena seemed to have deflated. It wasn't the kind of deflation one might experience from a waning balloon, but rather the kind that one would experience the second after a bomb dropped… The kind of deflation where the world lost its sound, color and feel before a blinding light and a cacophonic boom assaulted the senses.

high positions, it felt as though this matter could still be dealt

Raylion said otherwise, it felt as though the whole world came to

tutoring and stealing the merit points of students for

Case 48: Student

49: Student Ril,

Case 50: Teacher Ven, guilty of

even, began to be named one after another. It was a relentless onslaught of detailed

Case 102: Teacher Lujor, guilty

words were endless. By the time he reached higher into the triple digits, many began to realize that some names were appearing more and more often. Whereas in the

Case 239: Student Lanceryn, guilty of posting fraudulent

243: Student Lanceryn, guilty of

Case 331: Teacher Dryn, guilty of using disciples for labor without teaching appropriately in

Teacher Dryn,

Case 549:

561:

Ingsan, guilty of selling Valiant Hall's inventory to the merchants. His actions were learned of by one of his students,

793: Teacher Ingsan, guilty of gross negligence. In a Campaign against our sworn enemy, the Oryx Tribe, his decisions led to the death of 14 geniuses of our Valiant Heart Mountain.

was boring holes into Raylion. This only became worse after he heard Sael's name. He didn't care for the woman, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear her name

weaponizing the names of victims in this way, was simply

calmly rolled up his scroll, taking his time as though he didn't have a care in

members of Valiant Hall who had stormed into the arena. But, without a place for them to sit, they could only stand

was so heavy that a wide space had been carved out around her. Everyone knew that if there was going to be a battle, she would be the one to fight. But at that moment, it seemed it took everything within her not to rip Raylion limb from

and tribulations of victims in this way, but there was one matter that pushed me over the edge. It was this exact matter that made me understand that Valiant Hall had no right to be the arbiter of

continued to

City on a small

that isn't the case. There

actually went through the necessary trials and earned a right to

the crowd, but Raylion seemed to have not

unfortunate case. Whether out of jealousy or spite, this third disciple, a man who should have become one of our brothers, was killed by one of these two disciples before ever getting the chance to step foot onto our Mountain. The name of our lost brother is Anared Keafir, may