Dimensional Descent

Orinik's expression didn't change when he saw this, but he inwardly sneered.

Orinik wasn't the kind of person to actively condescend. Or, it was more accurate to say that most who wen to the Void Palace had had their arrogance beat out of them long ago. The focus of the Void Palace was presenting a single shield to the outside world. There was no individuality, no room for self esteem and pride, there was only the task at hand and your role in said task.

Despite its name and despite the prestige that came with being a part of them, the Void Palace, was essentially the Military. Nothing more, nothing less.

To see all of these people being so excited already filled Orinik with one layer of disgust, as he too had once been one of them. But, seeing them actually pine over a reward as exclusive as the Amethyst Token was enough for him to want to vomit.

Did they have any idea what kind of monsters had the right to grasp such a Token?

Even if you really did defeat everyone in your Sector, if your competition was too weak, the overseer would never grant you such a badge. What good was it in being the best out of a group of trash?

This was a Sixth Dimensional Sector and they actually thought they were worthy of such a thing? Was this a joke?

Despite his feelings, Orinik remained silent. His Force surged and he waved a hand.

At that moment, an enormous billboard formed of motes of light appeared in the skies. It was entirely blank, but what was fascinating about it was that no matter what angle you looked at it from, it would feel as though it was matching your gaze dead-on.

Leonel's eyes lit up when he saw it. It was yet another fantastic application of Force Arts and it left him fascinated once again. These days, he seemed to be finding Crafting and the underlying Force Art mechanisms of it more and more amazing.

"Those who will be participating, send out a strand of your Force toward this construct. If you cannot do at least this much…"

to finish his words this time. He had used this line of reasoning numerous times already.

Leonel's brow raised.

outside of yourself, or at least projecting your internal Force outward, could

be at least a few hundred meters in the air. Leonel

of the Luxnix family's techniques,

realize just how large the gap

that moment, an arrow shot into the skies. It streaked upward with a

down below and crashing into the protective Force Arts that safeguarded the

and a long string

0000001 –

no name assigned to the number, but this didn't seem to matter. To the Void Palace, you name was meaningless until you

Number one

He didn't seem to be from one of the three main families. In fact, he was from a family just beneath the main three and, on

streams of attacks rushing toward the billboard as many hurried to get their

another began to appear in the sky, each with their own unique Force signatures. It seemed impossible for

themselves in. Though they masked it by using Fifth Dimensional Force, how could

didn't have