Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked off into the distance, turning back toward the direction he had just come from. No, it should be just a bit off from that, but it was close. Just a slight deviation, but it was enough.

That clash just now was felt even by him. He recognized one half of it, but the other half was entirely foreign.

He expected those as strong as Alpha Clown to be rare, and he still felt they should be. Who would have known that his luck would be so bad that he would run into two of their territories back to back.

In the end, Leonel turned back toward the direction he was headed in and continued to rush forward, chuckling to himself.

'Seems like he's pretty mad about that kneeling incident. Worth it.'

He was just buttering himself up. With that Alpha Clown's temper, he wanted to be the only one on the mountain top, he wouldn't share his position with anyone else.

Whether Leonel had pissed him off or not, that battle would have been inevitable.

The real question was whether Alpha Clown and the others as powerful as him could adapt to the situation. Those that still insisted on having the mountain top all to themselves would likely soon find themselves being thrown off.

Leonel had a feeling, though, that Alpha Clown was of the smarter variety. Someone like him should also travel alone, so why did he have so many Alphas around him when Leonel met him?

Compromise.

Alpha Clown had likely felt that there was something wrong about the situation they were all in currently. He might not know as much as Leonel did, but he definitely felt the moving tides around him. As expected of a beast in human form.

you paired that with the instincts of a beast, the feeling of the world crashing down around you would

if you wanted to participate in a battle Royale that would kill over 90% of

What was the catch?

was a question that they'd all be asking, and it was an amusing one at that. Wasn't the catch

smart ones would know that there was

deductions that would spread this

much about the little test he had given the little pink-eyed woman. But it would have reverberating

...

leaving a trail of corpses in her wake. She moved with quite a bit of stealth and she was both smart and sharp. It wasn't a surprise

a stop. Her breath became slow until it stopped completely and

piece of nature. A rock by the roadway, a short tree, maybe even a fissure in the ground depending on what the target's mind chose to

fear seemed to

angelic voice drifted into

hide

off in the opposite direction,

ever laid eyes on. At first, the only thing she could feel was softness and the huge mound of deep caramel before her. However, when she took a hurried step backward, she found that what

of a once radiant flame stood before her. She was an entire head and a half taller

"You... I..."

own bad luck. First Leonel, now this woman. Why did she keep running into absolute monsters? She hadn't

laughter echoed again, like caramel drizzling across a brownie, it was so rich