Dimensional Descent

Leonel's indifference from start to end painted an indelible mark on all of their hearts. He didn't even hesitate for a moment, giving the lion beast a taste of its own medicine.

Beast Races didn't have human forms, at least not in the normal sense. Though they could take human form, it was more like an avatar. It could exude some of their strength, but only a fraction of it. While executing more complex tasks, like... copulating, for example, was impossible while in such a form.

The image didn't really need to be painted, then. One could imagine what would happen to the human female slaves that this lion beast took in.

The most disgusting part to Leonel was that the Beast didn't even seem to be particularly sinister. It was still trying to act chummy with him as though what it was doing was just a natural course of nature, not something to get mad about.

And maybe that was truly the case. Ever since he had left Earth, he had learned more and more everyday of how much of a dog eat dog world he was in. There would be no one coming to save you... no one coming to save the Human Race.

So as the lion Beast lay there suffocating, a heart rending pain tearing through its body while most of its backside was nothing more than a rain of blood, Leonel had no remorse to give in his heart.

What made the situation worse was that as he listened to the fear-induced murmurings of those in the surroundings, none of them believed that he and Aina were human. Instead, they believed that they must have sensed something wrong, that the couple they were seeing were actually a pair of Half-Spirituals. They were certainly beautiful and handsome enough.

Leonel's ability to steal control over a flame the lion Beast had been nurturing since its youth only solidified this. Who could have more control of the elements than the Spirituals?

Leonel waved a hand and relinquished his control over the flames, prepared to walk away.

"Halt!"

voice came from

the lion Beast started talking and then eventually roaring in agony, there had been some noise beginning to build up, but not enough that these sounds didn't

weren't

that most didn't think Aina and Leonel were Half-Spirituals at first. And judging by how fiercely they were reacting, it seemed that their assumptions

going on

the two for a moment before ignoring them

what this

were no "adults" in this place. The culling was just how Leonel described this Gathering, and it was more of an open secret than an outright truth. On the surface, the Gathering

decided by the youths themselves. Or, more accurately, the most powerful of them.

weren't firmly in place either. This starting period was a free for all, and even if Leonel started indiscriminately killing everyone in sight, they

was, unless they felt themselves so entitled that they tried to carry over authority they had

ignore them as though they were air, despite the

anger stoke as Leonel and Aina disappeared

of them growled toward

their way, didn't mean that they would be so free with how they talked to

so mad, they should have just directly attacked Leonel. There were no rules,