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 along with the other envoys, appearing before the angelic woman with their gazes glued to 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

put… They liked

be directed by me. There will only be one battle between my son and

"Yes, your—!"

in his throat. Her son? Who was her son? Was it someone who hadn't

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

'Son of a bitch.'

almost fainted. He hoped to god that Alienor couldn't read his mind or

that they were in the same Dimension that he calmed down, but even then a cold sweat had already almost

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

retreated, their gazes

guess that's

happened to be half way down his path and she couldn't seem to control herself as she

she wanted to reprimand her son for wearing nothing but sweatpants and a shirt to battle without

'be careful' or 'protect yourself'. It seemed that for this matter, she was

"Off you go."

right then that his mother was actually an accomplice, there was no way he wouldn't have sensed such a thing otherwise,

time since Leonel had

collarbone for too long out of fear for how much further down