Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked into a grand arena that was oddly silent.

He followed along with a group of participants, Aina, Savahn and Yuri following behind him along with one guest... Lyra Emberheart.

Lyra had only appeared today and had hardly said a word outside of a light greeting.

There was another interesting guest as well, though she wasn't a part of Leonel's group. In fact, she was doing her best to stay the largest distance away possible.

This person was none other than Lumina, an Owlan with blood too impure to be considered a Demi-God. She was also the very same woman who cried out in defeat before she and Aina had exchanged even a single move.

It seemed that while there wasn't good overlap between Crafting and battle geniuses, there were still some among them that could do both.

Even so, most beneath the Demi-God level were seen as only here to fill in the numbers, and that counted those with only trace amounts of Demi-God blood.

There was a surprisingly low number of Demi-God participants, though... which was something Leonel took note of.

It seemed that every Race had only brought forward a single representative, and that included the Owlans. It looked as though they had some sort of tacit understanding with one another. But what that tacit understanding was, Leonel wasn't sure.

Aside from Talon, the member of the Barbarian Race, there was of course Celestia of the Owlans, there was a flaming bird that seemed to lack any sort of corporeal body aside from golden run etched bones that could be vaguely seen through their flaming feathers, and finally, there was a Demon.

The flaming bird was a female beast known as Verma. Despite the fact she was a literal ball of flames, the heat she exuded was quite gentle, and though she held her head up proudly, she didn't exude an air of haughtiness.

beasts was known as the Celestial

As for the Demon...

was a Dream

His body was covered in purple scales and his eyes had a dreamy, almost cloudy mystery to them. Even with the horns rising from his forehead, rather than demonic, he was devilishly handsome, almost blindingly so. There was no shortage of women casting long glances

without trying, the Dream Force he exuded was palpable, the light smile on his face painting its own dreamy

existence over a month ago, but he hadn't

Dream Asuras that had seemingly haunted three generations of his family, and yet he

been in the mood to keep up his arrogant young master facade in recent weeks... But

he realized that this was only logical. The Owlans were only allowing

Crafting world. Only the second aspect would be actual Crafting, while

based on the disagreements that took place during the debate that the

would note down the ideologies, and then mark whose superseded that of the others. Like

a rowdy crowd was

well.

inclination toward the Crafting Art would

barrier for entry was much higher. Not only did they have to travel for months, but who would dare

the fact that the Demi-God Races who cared enough to participate only sent one representative

a soft warning of

streams, one for the Crafting aspect and another for the Force Pill Crafting aspect. However, just