Dimensional Descent

Rotsan's smiling expression became even, a murderous aura coming off of him before the smile returned. This time, however, it seemed particularly bloody despite not having the slightest tinge of red associated with it.

"What did you just say to me?"

The aura of a Quasi Sixth Dimensional existence rose into the skies, rippling waves of earth spreading outward, threatening to send the youths before him flying into the distance.

He had decided, he would thoroughly humiliate them all. Only then would he kill half and send the other half crawling back to Earth. Who did they think they were to challenge the dignity of a Sixth Dimensional world?

Those within higher Dimensions were the Gods of those below. This wasn't a simple barrier separating people, it might as well have been a chasm separating species. If you were from a lower Dimension, you were nothing more than an ant. This was the way of the Dimensional Verse. The idea of a Fifth Dimensional world challenging the authority of a Sixth Dimensional one… was unheard of.

And Rotsan would make sure that it remained that way. After this day, Earth wouldn't dare to raise its head up again.

"Noah." Leonel spoke just as lightly, his hair and clothing billowing beneath Rotsan's strength.

"Yes."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Okay."

Leonel's foot raised. Just when it began to descend, he vanished, crossing the already short distance between him and Rotsan.

…

Up above, the Heads were speechless before Belize erupted into laughter.

overestimate themselves. This makes things easier. Now no one can say we bullied

silent, but the look in their eyes painted a picture that couldn't have been more clear. However, their

…

man donning silver armor appeared before Rotsan, his twin bladed spear sweeping through the air with an eerily silent momentum. It was as though everywhere it passed by, it would be spliced into two. There was nothing

pupils constricted. He could feel the strength behind Leonel's strike, and it somewhat surprised him. But, it was nowhere near enough to force

narrow. For Rotsan to take out his Radix Cube to face a junior, this was definitely out of their expectations. It was clear that they might

that this was good. If

coating to fit it. He struck out

'Four Seasons.'

BANG!

skies. Rotating artistic conceptions fused and defused around Leonel, each forming a gorgeous image in

'Summer. Radiant Core.'

and grew brighter, a singular core of silver-red less than a quarter the size of Leonel's head forming. It appeared between Leonel's spear blade and Rotsan's bronze palm, leaving a sickening crunching sound in

cry leaving his lips. He could feel the Force of his Radix Cube being distorted. And, even worse, there was a strong radiation and heat searing his skin to it.

blank. This was his Radix Cube! How could it possibly be so fragile? It was designed for

Leonel's hand. As a Force Crafter, it only took

'Quasi Silver?!'

much time to think when he realized that someone was

his enormous saber. It rested on his shoulder,

him, the skies beginning to twinkle with flashing

the Earth. A clash of the greater Dimensional Verse and the simplicity of the

Noah swung down.

like rumbling mountains. The air