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 made his

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

but it didn't seem to follow the laws of gravity. Hutch's body

paused for only a moment before the hole was

slab of the pearly white and gold three-quarters of his height before piercing it into the ground. With a flicker of

a Loyal

grave spoke all the words that needed to be spoken. Right

respect and disrespect, both a sign of closure

doors to the 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

expression, his veins pulsing. His expression was just as even

as possible, and yet it felt as though the entirety of Earth was thrown into an

Elorin had a gaze that was surprisingly fiendish. His expression hadn't moved, but his eyes seemed

of his Ability Index, it was as

All those with the Fawkes name...

blade passed through Elorin as though he wasn't there at