Dimensional Descent

[Thanks to Ian <3 (6/6)]

"HAHA! My stage has come!"

A boisterous laughter that should probably come from a War Lord instead of a Crafter echoed.

A young man wearing beast skins kicked a door open with a foot and brought half the house down as a result.

"Talon! You son of a bitch! Didn't I tell you-"

The laughter drowned out the rest of the spiel. Talon couldn't be bothered to listen, his laughter causing what remained of the home to shake on its foundations as though it might collapse at any moment.

Talon was huge. He stood at over two meters tall, had boulders for shoulders and a round belly that seemed made of iron. Despite his round belly, when he breathed, one could see the visible striations of his abs.

His entire body was coated in crimson runes that took the shape of tiger stripes, and every time he roared with laughter, they would greedily suck up the Force in the surroundings.

This young man was a member of the Barbarian Race. They were a Race of beings who couldn't form their own Nodes or Nodal Pathways. In fact, they didn't have an Ethereal Glabella either, and some speculated that they didn't even have souls in the natural sense.

It was hard to guarantee such things because the Barbarian Race wasn't one to experiment. They didn't care about the details. All they knew was that the more they ate and fought, the stronger they got.

And that was indeed how it worked.

The Barbarian Race might not have any Nodes, but that was because all the Force they absorbed went directly into their flesh and blood.

The purest of the Barbarian Race were essentially walking wrecking balls.

been endlessly fascinated by this race... because in effect,

immune to any and all

strength were worth such a title. And this was also why the largest concentration of Destruction Sovereigns were found in this

young man who was excited by

going to be the best

up! You're a

"A Barbarian Crafter!"

from somewhere within the broken house, but it disintegrated the

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

**

"I have to go."

us all this while and we barely managed to survive the culling without it. We can't draw

young Sparrow of the Dwarven Race stood with his jaw clenched and his expression determined. Despite his small size, he was

young prince of

and it's currently what's protecting our

Bubble for too long, trying to make progress alone because

do not believe that you or that Ancestors are wrong in making this choice. We are, indeed, weak. However, now that we have a chance, a small light of hope to change

"I must go."

too great. His son might not make it back for a reason that might

die, just know that I tried my best. I think that will just have to be good enough

suffer through... I will fight for something better for me,

**

silence. The humiliation of his battle with Aina played in his head again for maybe the fourth time that day already. It had

or some sick, twisted love fantasy that would never come to

he heard about the Gathering of Minds, he didn't even react much, and that was despite the fact he was a rare genius capable of placing well in both events. He didn't