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.

have been endlessly fascinated by this race... because in effect, they seemed

be immune to any

Race of Demi-Gods. Only existences of such strength were worth such a title. And this was also why the largest concentration of Destruction Sovereigns

young man who was excited by

be the best Crafter in the

up! You're a Barbarian,

"A Barbarian Crafter!"

flying pot came out from somewhere within the broken house, but it disintegrated the moment it touched the young

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

**

"I have to go."

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

jaw clenched and his expression determined. Despite his small size, he was proportionately

prince of the Trapping

survived this culling, but will we survive the next? Our Crafting skill is our best asset, and it's currently

in this Bubble for too long, trying to make progress alone

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 that, we can't

"I must go."

the Dwarven Race faced was too great. His son might not make it back for

tried my best. I think that will just have to be good

existence isn't right for anyone to suffer through... I will

**

time that day already. It had already been a while since that battle, but he thought of

fear or some

he was a rare genius capable of placing well in