Dimensional Descent

Elorin watched as his grandfather slid off of his blade. He seemed to frown slightly before his brows smoothed out.

By now, the way he and Hutch saw the world was simply far too different. Hutch was still bound by his duty even now, but Elorin had no loyalty to anyone outside of himself. There were many things that he couldn't be bothered to explain even to his grandfather, but now he felt lighter.

Even so, Elorin was aware that his grandfather had gone easy on him. Not once did Hutch use his spatial affinity, of which he potentially had the highest on the entirety of Earth. There was a reason Hutch was probably one of the most talented raw combatants Earth had.

However, in the end, he didn't have the ability to go all out against his own grandson. In fact, he chose death. Rather than being forced to choose between what he felt was right and his own flesh and blood, this felt like the much easier path.

Elorin was aware of this as well, but he wasn't moved. Of course, this wasn't to say that he didn't care about his grandfather. Rather, he felt that he could defeat his grandfather whether he went all out or not. In fact, as things stood right now...

He believed that he was the strongest warrior in Earth's territory.

Elorin sheathed his blade, kneeling to give grandfather's side.

Carefully, he turned his grandfather over. He didn't seem to care about what was happening in the surroundings at all as he looked at the peaceful smile on Hutch's face.

Elorin remained silent for a long while. The blood that pooled from the wound coated his palms, sinking into the sleeves of his white tracksuit, but he didn't seem to notice.

After what must have been at least five minutes, he reached forward and closed his grandfather's eyes and then picked him up.

one on the battlefield seemed to have the courage to stop him. They could only watch

Force pulsed once, then twice, cutting out a perfect piece of land with edges as smooth as a mirror's surface. If one looked into it and had a keen eye,

follow the laws of gravity. Hutch's body fluttered

a moment before the hole

blade, he carved out a large slab of the pearly white and gold three-quarters of his height before piercing it into the ground. With a flicker of his wrist, several beams of Blade Force surged forward,

a Loyal

words that

of respect and disrespect, both a sign of closure and a

palace opened wide as Elorin walked around his grandfather's grave and began to walk up the steps. With the first missing, he was forced to stretch his foot out far further before he could begin to walk up slowly and steadily. He didn't even look up to meet the gaze of Noah Fawkes, still looking at the ground with

stood at the tallest height of the stares with a serious expression, his veins pulsing. His expression was just as even as Elorin's, but comparatively

felt

surprisingly fiendish. His expression hadn't moved, but his eyes seemed to hold a concentrated, abyssal hell, pulsing with a furious red. Noah almost

down his blue saber, allowing it to grow to over ten meters long under the power of his Ability Index, it was as though he had seen a monster that needed to be destroyed as quickly

All those with the Fawkes name... deserve death," Elorin said

could hardly react. His blade passed through Elorin as though