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.

Leonel had been here, he would have been endlessly fascinated by this race... because in effect, they seemed to be large

immune to any

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

young man who was excited by the

going to be the best Crafter

up! You're a Barbarian,

"A Barbarian Crafter!"

within the broken house, but it disintegrated the

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

**

"I have to go."

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

Dwarven Race stood with his jaw clenched and his expression determined.

was the young prince of the

skill is our best asset, and it's currently what's protecting our lands from the invaders trying to

for too long, trying to make progress alone because we are too weak

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 a reason that might be as

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

to suffer through... I

**

head again for maybe the fourth time that day already. It

of fear or some sick,

he heard about the Gathering of Minds, he didn't even react much, and that was despite the fact he was a