Dimensional Descent

The appearance of Elthor and his bloodthirsty aura seemed to cause something in the surroundings to shift. Even with how human Elthor's face seemed, his tall and branching white horns stood out like a sore thumb. However, he didn't seem to care about it all in the slightest.

Within the Oryx, there were two things a man could take pride in. The first was their smell. Out of consideration for the humans around him, Elthor had always restrained his own and even masked it quite well. However, this second pride was one thing he had absolutely no intention of hiding.

The mark of an Oryx male, the pride of a Prince of the Oryx Kingdom, his horns.

The stage slowly filled with participants. After the initial shock of Elthor's appearance and his momentum, many calmed. Right now, Elthor was only at Tier 1 of the Fifth Dimension, even a step or two behind a few of Earth's geniuses, let alone those that were here. Even the weakest of the participants were Tier 4 and 5. Elthor quickly fell to the bottom of his bracket.

The greatest shame was that there was no one else of Earth chosen with him. Though the odds were low considering the sheer number of participants, it was now certain that Elthor would be on his own.

"Hey, hey, hey. What exactly are you? Did your mom fuck a deer or something?"

A familiar young man stood forward, curiously observing Elthor from top to bottom. He was none other than 0000001, the archer who acted first.

Being a member of the Arundo family, he was quite confident in himself. Much like every other genius from a family just beneath the heel of the Viola, Montex and Luxnix, they all believed they only needed just a single chance to shoot by them in a single step.

He wasn't the strongest genius of the Arundo, but he was definitely up there. If an equivalent rank was made, he would be like the Rankers of the Luxnix Arms, probably in the top 100. Of course, that was only if the Arundo were taken into consideration. Whether he could replicate such a feat if he was a Luxnix…

did you just

Elthor's gaze narrowed.

platform they all stood on. However, if one looked closely, after Osron of the Arundo family spoke these words,

touch was so subtle and almost imperceptible that no one noticed, but the Force that coated the blade cut through the

long as he could remember, it

Elthor was birthed with an ability rather than an Innate Node, and the difficulty was lesser as a result, it still wasn't a smooth process by any stretch… While Leonel's

made him feel like he was to blame, it was still a weight he carried with him. It might very well be why he was so independent as a child, always insisting on

to dare to say such a

final three will make it to the second

platform. Even though there were just over a hundred on the stage now, he had seen too many die in the Void Palace, all of whom were hundreds of times more powerful than the few before him. He had seen hundreds just as eager and willing

got a temper, huh? Did that come from the beast side

BANG!

had already vanished from his spot. His enormous saber trailed him like the tail

his hands and two arrows having already

as fluid as water and as easy as breathing, Osron

present. They entered a loose formation together, leaving the former to Osron while they targeted the remaining members of

who had less to rely on immediately voiced complaints, but Orinik turned a blind eye to them all. Hadn't

rise from him, the pores of his skin opening and closing as the white fur of his battle fur advanced and retreated. As furious as he was, he was having trouble keeping it all under perfect