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 to be large Neutral Force Crystals. If they tweaked

to any

such a title. And this was also why the largest concentration of

man who was excited by

the best Crafter in the

You're

"A Barbarian Crafter!"

pot came out from somewhere within the broken house, but it

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

**

"I have to go."

Dream Pavilion to protect us all this while and we barely managed to survive

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

prince of the

our best asset, and it's currently what's protecting our lands from the invaders trying to escape their own culling. If we do

trying to make

not believe that you or that Ancestors are wrong in making this choice. We are, indeed, weak. However,

"I must go."

knew that his son was right but... the discrimination the Dwarven Race faced was too great. His son might not make it back for a reason that might be as ridiculous as looking at someone the wrong way. If such a thing happened, he wouldn't even be able

know that I tried my best.

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

**

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

could tell if it was out of fear or some sick, twisted

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