Dimensional Descent

"He left? Already? Is he an idiot?"

"They only have three hours left, what choice did he have?" A laughing voice responded.

The location was Village 0012 within a cabin built much larger than most of the others around it. Though, the craftsmanship was shoddy. It was clear that the original cabin had been built much smaller before its owner grew more confident and began to put in additional add-ons.

"There's no use in rushing if you're just going off to your death. At this point, we might as well not even waste our time. He'll get himself killed. I don't know how he accustomed himself to the Anarchic Force so quickly, but the concentration here and the concentration in the forest are on two completely different levels."

Within the cabin, two young men sat. They seemed like oddly matched mirror images of one another. The look might have been absolutely perfect had it not been for the fact they wore the exact same uniform everyone else did.

One had a head of white hair and black eyes while the other had a head of black hair and white eyes. The former had skin as dark as night while the latter had skin as bright as day. However, maybe the most interesting thing about them was that their features were identical down to the individual strands of hair on their head and up to the slight slant of their smiles.

These two were from a very prominent family of the Seventh Dimension, the Libra family. If this family were to be put on a scale of one to ten, where one would be the weakest families of the Seventh Dimension and ten would be the strongest, they would likely fall between seven and eight. Simply put, having disciples enter the Void Palace wasn't rare for them in the slightest, and this was especially so with a pair like these two.

The white haired and dark skinned brother, Huon. The black haired and light skinned brother, Droet.

bit more. However, it was also clear that they felt that Leonel was unworthy of the

trying to drudge up Void Points now were those who were at the bottom of the totem pole to begin with. Those who were confident in themselves were resting and waiting

a threat, why would they waste their time risking their peak condition for the coming True Selection. It was best if they save

that moment, though, an unexpected knock came from

each other's gaze before putting up their guards. Just because they didn't see Leonel as a

door, though, the person they found was Orinik. And, when they heard what he had to say, the sly and slanted smiles

**

As annoying as Ossenna was,

rather in the more auxiliary matters. For example, where would he build

first was the most obvious, and that was beyond the wall of black logs. The second was more subtle but still required going beyond the walls regardless, and that was to

from the top of the walls, he realized that his

thing he saw was a vast cloud of fog. As far as the

that just barely managed to peek out above the dome of fog. The trees closer to the village were much smaller than the hundred meter tall longs used to construct the walls, but those further only

of greatly resistant materials and were likely the very wood that made up so many of

through the dome of fog, leaving behind a small hole that was quickly enveloped from all sides. But, the

Leonel's clothing burst into a cloud of ash. The concentration of Anarchic Force was at least double here, and though that still