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.

race... because in effect, they seemed to be large Neutral Force Crystals. If they tweaked

be immune to any

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

yet, it was this young man who was excited by the Gathering

to be the best Crafter in

You're a

"A Barbarian Crafter!"

the broken house, but it disintegrated the moment it touched the young man's

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

**

"I have to go."

is too dangerous. Our Dwarven Race has had a Dream Pavilion to protect us all this while and we barely managed to survive the culling without it. We can't draw

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

prince of the Trapping

currently what's protecting our lands from the invaders trying to escape their own culling. If

stuck in this Bubble for too long, trying to make progress alone because we are too weak

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

"I must go."

great. His son might not make it back for

If I die, just know that I tried my best. I think that

isn't right for anyone to suffer through... I will fight for something better

**

fourth time that day already.

was out of fear or some sick,

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 even have the