Dimensional Descent

Eventually, Orinik was forced out of his world of dreams and aspirations to realize that he should probably do something about the mess left behind.

He didn't feel very bad about not being able to stop Miel from taking action against Leonel. If anything, he was just a bit worried that he would lose control over the atmosphere. After all, this was the second time someone had interfered with, seemingly, no consequences whatsoever. But, it was already too late to worry about that, he could only press forward.

Soon, the billboard was back up and the rounds proceeded as though nothing at all had happened.

A masked man stepped onto the arena after Leonel and Aina left to fight his battle, going all out an eventually defeating his opponent before returning to his seating arrangements. He, like many others, were entirely focused on themselves and claiming a spot for the third day of the Selections.

Shockingly enough, though, neither Leonel nor Aina returned. In fact, there were many others that simply didn't show up to their battles, causing forfeits by default.

Toward this matter, Orinik wasn't very caring. Surviving a strike from a Sixth Dimensional existence while only being Tier 3 was more than enough to give Leonel a Nominal disciple spot and he could justify it with ease. So, he wasn't worried about missing out on Leonel in the slightest.

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Leonel didn't care about what was happening in the arena. Truthfully, the only reason he would go now would be to support his friends and defeat Myghell.

When it came to the latter, Leonel felt like their clash would happen without a shadow of a doubt very soon. Selection or not, it simply didn't matter. After all, wasn't Leonel quite literally in the Luxnix Estate currently? He had no need to go and meet Myghell, soon enough the latter would come to him.

Leonel was a bit ashamed to meet them currently. It was the first time he had felt such a feeling in

Aina didn't matter so much, or more accurately, the fact that it was her wasn't important, nor was their history. Leonel felt like

ever lost his temper like that? When had he, even when simmering with rage, not reacted calculatively? Even when his best friend of over a decade was betraying

his character and he

of his emotions? There was simply no excuse. As a King, he couldn't afford to be 'human' and to have 'flaws'. He had to be perfect not for the sake of himself, but for the sake of

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

his mind becoming calmer and more focused and refined

an apology, but he felt like he owed his brothers an apology as well. Who they followed was a reflection of themselves. If their King was such trash, what did that say about them? He refused to make this mistake

learn just yet that there was no amount of level headedness that could eliminate something who held to your

BANG! TSSSSSSS!

…

his eyes slowly, a spark of a radiant blue reflecting

eyes would seem more silver than violet. Now, they seemed to have gained a

it wasn't that the color of the world had changed, it was almost like it

is was a Water

To give one the ability to gain affinities simply by assimilating Ores and special metals… it was no wonder they