Dimensional Descent

Aina walked out from a portal that appeared. Her hair didn't even seem to be ruffled by the encounter, and her calmness was unmatched.

There was a dense sort of silence that took hold of those that were watching. They had somewhat expected that such a thing would have to happen, but they didn't expect it to end up like this.

There were a fair share of weak participants as there would have to be in this sort of situation. The trouble was that the lion Beasts were most definitely not one of them.

The one that Aina fought in particular was only on his second battle after running into a particularly tough opponent the first time around. Although he probably wouldn't have made it much further than the second round, there was no doubt that he had the strength to pass the Preliminaries at the very least.

And yet, it took just a single strike. It was hard to even call it a strike. It had looked more like a pat on the head, a single swift downward slant of the palm... and then the battle was over.

There were other battles that had ended in just a single strike as well. But the fact Aina had forfeited twice, seemingly on purpose, only to now erupt with such strength.

It felt like a message. No, it was yet another message, one that layered atop of what Leonel had already done as though they had come here not to bow and scrape for the hope of saving the last bastion of the Human Race, but rather to be that last bastion themselves.

Someone with a soul fused with their body was able to deal with someone with a separated soul with nothing more than overwhelming force.

She didn't use Forces, she didn't use a technique, she didn't even seem to have gone all out.

It was just a single, overwhelming, and crushing victory.

a secluded room, a group of nine gathered. It wasn't too hard to guess that these

skies, watching

that she's guaranteed to reach the

an idea they had thought of, but it was so ridiculous that they had

for them to miss out on the top 100. If they ran into an unlucky slate of enemies, if they were caught in a battle against an enemy that perfectly countered them, or even if they

top 100, none of them were so bold as to say that it was a

was Aina basically saying so, but she had purposely lost twice in a row, making her path to the top 100 several times more difficult. It was hard to quantify exactly by how much, but her seeding now

lights of his Ethereal Glabella making it seem like he was stuck in

familiar Pure Blooded Spiritual sat. She was none other than Lyra Emberheart. While the others talked, her eyes were still

who Leonel's wife would be, but seeing

wasn't an emotion that made any sense. Aina had won in great fashion, but so

no point in caring about this. I don't know why you're all wasting your time,"

kept changing from one aspect to another, the

one can change the rules of the

of rage toward his words. However, they were reasonable

the conversation was dropped and the days began to tick by... until the next round

and Savahn's worry hadn't faded, they had at least