Dimensional Descent

The third day of the Selection finally came and the ambience of the arena was still quite weird and only became more so after Leonel and the people of Earth came.

It seemed the fan clubs were still greatly invested into what was happening because almost the instant Leonel showed his face, a parade of boos rang down from above. It was so deafening that the arena quaked beneath it.

Leonel rubbed his nose when he saw that he was receiving such reception. There really wasn't much he could do about it. His own fan club had gone up in smoke. Or, rather, they had practically been beaten into submission, then split between the fan clubs that remained. It was a hard world out there for standoms and their celebrity heroes.

"Man, look at that, Cap. They hate you. Never thought I'd see the day." Raj laughed.

Leonel looked over toward Raj and shook his head. True to his word, the man had really gotten a shirt printed out. Leonel didn't even know how he had managed it, but Joel's dark expression spoke volumes. The man was even more quiet than usual.

"This actually isn't the first time I've been boo'd like this."

"Really?"

"Really. I participated in a tournament for the Slayer Legion a few years ago and they hated my guts."

Before Leonel could explain more, a strong aura descended from the skies. It was so unexpected that a hushed silence fell over the arena as the all watched a Goddess descend from above.

Orinik and Ganor were in shock. They had just been about to start the proceedings but hadn't expected this at all.

their feet. None of them dared to observe this woman for too long, not to mention the fact that she herself was a demoness they couldn't match up to a single finger of, she was also a Sector Ranked disciple and had a husband

liked their

of the Selections will be directed by me. There will only be one battle

"Yes, your—!"

ready to agree but his words got stuck in his throat. Her son? Who was her son? Was it someone

eyes opened wide. It couldn't' be a coincidence. Her husband

'Son of a bitch.'

He hoped to god that Alienor couldn't read his mind or else he would be finished.

calmed down, but even then a cold sweat had already almost drenched

mind. She waved a hand and an unassuming Myghell suddenly found himself on the

retreated, their

I guess that's my

feet, strolling toward the center arena. His mother happened to be half way down his

and a shirt to battle without the slightest hint of an armor in sight, she shook her head and smiled instead, forcing the hearts of

for this matter, she was quite confident

"Off you go."

was actually an accomplice, there was no way he wouldn't have sensed such a thing otherwise, but

had seen her wear a dress

collarbone for too long out of fear for how much further down it might go. And yet, when he instead