Dimensional Descent

The clanging of metal sounded as the Bear Rose faction members stripped down from their armor. Piece after piece clanged to the ground, resounding throughout the quiet arena.

It felt as though every action taken in during this Selection had a deeper meaning, as though every battle should put them at their edge of their seats. Even the audience didn't understand why this was, but it still felt like the metal pieces were crashing against their hearts rather than the stone platform.

Though the Bear Rose Faction member didn't say a single word, the action of being forced to take off their armor was humiliation enough. It felt as though, simply by standing there, Leonel was smearing their faces.

Compared to Dune, though, this Bear Rose Faction member was far calmer. By the time he tossed off his helmet, revealing the expressionless visage within, the audience had already seen his battle worn body through and through.

Though this faction member was a level beneath Aphestus in terms of muscle definition and fast twitch fibers – maybe even two or three levels, in fact – the strength his body was bursting with was undeniable. Even the scars that ran across him didn't detract, but rather added to this perceived strength, leaving those watching on holding their breaths.

At that moment, there were many in the crowd who suddenly recognized the young man before Leonel.

Quite ironically, this was a young man who had had a falling out with Hero Peak as well. But, rather than not joining any Peak like Leonel had, he rather chose to join the Peak of their direct competitors.

Those that knew him called him Jeren the Scythe… Despite the fact he didn't wield a scythe at all.

Leonel stood with his arms crossed across his chest, not moving an inch as he watch Jeren take his armor off. Even though the battle had technically started already, Leonel didn't seem to care.

The stones beneath his feet began to ripple, beginning to glow a faint red.

armor fell to the ground. His palm flipped over, revealing a katana of outrageous length and with a curve just as obscene. Even with Jeren's strength, he allowed it to rest on

split in two, plunging the

"Leonel Morales, is it?"

his expression remaining placid. His heartbeat grew steady as a mountain, its every thump sending a surge of blood through his body. His veins

strength of his heart, every pump reflecting

some potential for a new white belt. However, there are some lines you can't cross no matter how much potential you have. Vice Leader Abethor can't be here to deal with you personally for the slight of taking his family's heirloom, and quite frankly, can't be bothered to deal with

"Are you done?"

fine ripples of space discharging in every direction. On first sight, it looked as though fine

of this bullshit." Leonel spoke

harsh, the ground groaned

eager for me to kill you? Would it make you feel better if I put your heads on a pike? If I desecrated your corpses? If

his brows frowning slightly. His palms grew sweaty outside of his control, soaking the hilt of his katana through.

him caused the air to crackle and pop, whatever moisture there

question." Leonel's words hammered Jeren's

instincts screamed, frying his nerves. He felt as though he was facing an Oryx Chief. Somehow, Leonel's body seemed to

his fear

lightning whipped around his body, his eyes lighting up with

body leaving streaks of