Dimensional Descent

As Leonel worked, news began to quickly spread back to the Green Thread Faction and beyond. It was quite rare for challenges like this to happen between Factions, let alone for two individuals without a Faction at all to suddenly rush up to challenge a Faction on their own like this. It only made it a hotter topic when it was considered that the Green Thread Faction had just been promoted to the Silver Grade.

Leonel, though, had focused so much on the task at hand that nothing else seemed to matter to him at all. However, what no one could have expected that on this day, the situation would completely change.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Even if he didn't want to, at this point, Leonel had no choice but to snap awake, the sudden backlash of the incomplete Force Art nearly throwing him into the air.

Leonel coughed violently, his expression warping.

The ground shook and quaked, the earth that looked so sturdy and impenetrable before splitting in several regions.

'What the hell?'

Leonel grabbed out toward something to stabilize himself, his gaze turning cold as he ran through possibilities. His head turned up, looking in the direction that Aina had left, but he suddenly realized that it had already been half a day since then. He had been so focused that he didn't notice the time passing.

This much wasn't unexpected, Leonel was already prepared for her to be gone for a while. According to their original plan, Aina would get certified by the Force Pill Faction. Leonel had faith that Aina would perform astoundingly. Once she did, her name would spread for a reason other than her combat prowess, and then their next steps would flow much more smoothly.

According to Leonel's estimations, it would probably take Aina about this long to succeed. But, before she could return, something seemed to have happened to the Violet Palace?

further, the coldness in his eyes vanished, and

and moons loomed in the vastness of space, stretching out for dozens of planets'

or the top, and whether you were still in the Fifth Dimension or the well into the Seventh, there was not

'Is that… A Zone…?'

Leonel couldn't breathe.

ones that remained open for missions were Unique Zones kept

was

powerful auras rushing into the skies, each one of them wearing a serious expression. It was hard to tell if they understood what was

matter at all. Unable to do anything to stop it, the Void Palace and all of its students, teachers and volunteers were swallowed

…

If Leonel had been here to see his

to unbridled fury, his glasses cracking and shattering beneath the

threatened to blind him, and yet he didn't even blink a single time. A Craft that had been formed of Seventh Dimensional materials shattered and attack the most vulnerable location on his body, and yet they rebounded off of his irises as though meeting a steel wall. From beginning to end, the usual prankster of

planet he was standing above going from hole to pierced through in the blink of an eye. It was as though a massive rod had run from its north pole to the south

an Eighth Dimensional planet was torn to shreds, its implosion cascading