Dimensional Descent

The Division Heads were furious, but they weren't fools. Having seen the state of the battlefield, they knew that it would take someone at least as powerful as them to leave these unranked students in such a state.

The Arms had three sectors within them. There were the Division Heads, the unranked students and finally the Rankers. Number one among these Rankers was the Head of the Arm and there were three of them in total. Of course, these men were Syllar, Elaquin and Elody.

The other Rankers were reserved for students ranked in the top 1000. When one reached deep into the hundreds of these ranks, despite being a lower Tier than that of the Division Heads, the students themselves were considered equals. Above this, the Rankers could dwarf and even one shot Division Heads.

Rankers were the pool from which future Feather Sword warriors were chosen and it was impossible to enter the Patriarch's Faction or the Star Order if you had not been a Ranker in the past.

This was all to say that despite feeling the endless vitality coming from Leonel, and being certain that he was exceptionally young despite being unable to see his face, the Division Heads didn't make the mistake of underestimating him.

In the Luxnix family, strength wasn't decided by how old you were… It was decided by your ability.

At the helm of the Division Heads, there were three. These were men who had been in the outskirts of the Rankers in their youth but weren't quite good enough to become Feather Sword warriors. In addition, because they were so young, they couldn't join the Elder's Council just yet either.

Compared to the other Division Heads, they were several decades younger and they saw through their present situation with just a glance. They were Rayner, Ingram and Samson, a trio of Division Heads that usually acted as a trump card for these faction wars. But, it seemed like this matter wouldn't be able to be handled by them. They had no idea who this silver armored warrior was, but they could smell the danger.

Samson said

Division

out normally. This battle isn't simple and I'm getting a bad feeling from those pillars and that little beast on his head… If we don't make sure that

had a mightier and higher than thou attitude. They would always wait until the last moment to swoop in and see if it was

need to take the

other Division Heads did as they were told. In that instant, a second round of signals were sparked and sent

tug, he pulled on

the spear had increased by a factor of ten, its chains stretching outward as much

of his wrist, the spear snapped backward. A resounding and satisfying clicking sound echoed across the battlefield as it shot back into place, leaving the

fall to ash, small sparks of fire dancing about and spreading into the surroundings. His steps were slow as he walked toward the Division

forehead, an invisible Domain spreading out with his body as the center. It sounded like the whirring of a

family estate was withering away one step at a time. Blood pooled the ground, flames licked

nothingness. At first, there was only the slightest hint of steam, but as the rain began to grow heavier, the billowing plumes of water vapor grew more and more prominent until it seemed

but facing these three, he felt

chain. The billowing

Leonel vanished. When he reappeared, he was already at Samson's throat, his spear blade