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 as Elorin

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, it would be possible to tell that it was exactly six feet deep, not a single

his grandfather's body to fall, but it didn't seem to follow the laws of gravity. Hutch's body fluttered like a falling snowflake, gently descending

paused for only a moment before the

his height before piercing it into the ground. With a flicker of his wrist, several beams of Blade

Lies a

exaggeration. The location of the grave spoke all the words that needed to be spoken. Right beneath the first step of the Ascension Palace,

respect and disrespect, both a sign of closure and a

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 a calm gaze as the Blade Force on his machete

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

as quickly as possible, and yet it felt as though the entirety of Earth was

his heart skip a beat. At that moment, the calm Elorin had a gaze that was surprisingly fiendish. His expression hadn't moved, but his eyes seemed to hold a

ten meters long under the power of his Ability Index, it was as though he

Fawkes name...

through Elorin as though