Dimensional Descent

A mad howl left Elthor's lips, a wild Dark Elemental Force surging about his body.

The members of the Arundo family were instantly caught off guard. They had only formed their formation on a whim and hadn't really considered its flaws. Elthor's explosion in speed wasn't' something they were able to react to appropriately, leaving them at a loss.

Light Elemental Force was well known for a few of its abilities. Its speed, its piercing ability or its ability to solidify and concentrate, and its healing ability. Though these things could vary depending on the exact type in question, these were general abilities all Light Elemental Forces seemed to share.

Dark Elemental Force, however, was different. It was known for its concealment ability, its heaviness, its looseness and gaseous-like form, and, for lack of a better term, its cursing ability.

If these things were to be summarized, it would be that Light Elemental Force was good at giving something of itself, while Dark Elemental Force was good at taking for itself.

In that moment, while it felt like Elthor's speed had increased explosively, what had actually happened was that everyone around him had slowed down. The same had even happened with Osron's arrows, but the effect was so perfectly timed that even Osron himself didn't seem to have noticed the change.

The shock of the Arundo immediately shifted to fury. They might have been second to the three main families, but that didn't change their view of themselves. To the rest of this Sector, they were still noble and esteemed, to have one of their own killed before them like this was a great humiliation.

Unfortunately… Their rage didn't seem to move the needle one way or another. As for why… That was because Elthor hadn't finished venting either.

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the stage, a singular young man standing at the center. Elthor's white hair seemed particularly blinding

three had been meant to pass on to the next round, the actual number seemed to just be one. Orinik didn't seem too fazed by this result. He would just give the spot to the last two to be cut down, if they could

was a furious sort of atmosphere permeating around the arena. Though Elthor hadn't killed everyone in his group, there were quite a number that had been cut down, never to rise up again.

Elthor feel bad? Not at all. To him, this was no different from a battlefield. If you didn't have the resolve to die, then don't step foot upon this

lives of mostly leisure, he had a different sort of edge to him. That edge was what allowed him to see the air of a veteran of war

than Leonel had, Elthor realized that this wasn't a joking matter, nor would making it into the Void Palace be all sunshine and rainbows. From here on out, they would wade through a sea of corpses. If those here couldn't clear this trial, they would still find

a bit pale. Though he had won, he was still only Tier 1. And, for the sake

suddenly began to fall from

the idea of someone of another race taking such a resounding victory against them. Despite his handsome face, with the exception of a few swooning women who had fallen for his devilish

Palace disciples and the actions of Ganor earlier making many too apprehensive to

inwardly shook his

With how stubborn he was, the likelihood that he would allow the Oryx to

different. Compared to his Oryx counterparts, he was about as close to human as you could get. From him, in

chance to maximize their Hyper Evolution state under Leonel, his father still chose to go his own way. And, seeing such a reception, Elthor couldn't blame

'Hm?'