Dimensional Descent

A stunned silence hung over the surroundings. If it wasn't for the howling winds, there wouldn't have been any sound at all.

Surprisingly, it was Aphestus who broke this silence. He sprung forward, landing on the pillar by Leonel.

In truth, he half expected to be attacked, but all he received was a grin in return. That was the only sign he needed to shoot forward, his body displaying an agility and flexibility most couldn't match.

This change seemed to shake the other three organizations out of the stupor. What had this young man just said? Who did he think he was?

The three organization Heads all looked toward Hutchin at once, frowns deeply etched on their faces. To this point, there had been a subtle centering of the past events that all seemed to revolve around this young man. From the snicker in the beginning to this point, everything seemed to point toward him. Yet, they hadn't noticed until this moment.

Hutchin didn't say a word nor did his face give away any emotion.

Of the three organization Head, the last was a middle aged man from Misty Woods. His eyes seemed to sparkle with something imperceptible as he gazed from Hutchin to Leonel and back again.

"What are you all waiting for? There are over a hundred of you and only one of him. Did we waste all the resources we spent on you?!"

Hutchin frowned the moment he heard these words. But, coaching from the sidelines also wasn't against the rules, especially since it seemed as though the race hadn't even truly started yet.

A flash of determination crossed the faces of the youths who led the pack, a tinge of rage coloring their gazes. That was right, what did they have to fear?

Leonel's light smile didn't fade. His wrist flexed, his jet black spear following an elegant arc.

a dozen dove forward, all of them

to warn you.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

in black. Whether it was by coincidence or on purpose, even the elders couldn't move out of the way.

to

"AH!"

filled the skies as they

they realized the only thing keeping them suspended in the skies was Leonel's will. The moment he no longer felt that it was necessary, they would plunge

stupid games, win stupid

looked down toward the

was sparse, leaving the perpetual hurricanes with

kilometer drop below, because with their strength, it was impossible that they'd make it all the way to the bottom. Before they could even make it a few hundred meters, they would be shredded to pieces by the violent

of three individuals leapt into the storm, but Leonel pretended as though he

"Thank you!"

he heard

them like this later, so he might as well

unless he fueled it with Universal Force. But, at this moment, not only was Leonel not using Universal Force, but his range was already 50

was the benefit of King's

figures that hung in the air at Leonel's whim screamed out in pain, their

spoke lightly. "I might not

so easily deal with them crossing into the air, given the range of his odd Domain, just