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

As for the Demon...

was a

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

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

of this man's existence over a month ago, but he hadn't

haunted three generations of his family, and yet he was frighteningly

been in the mood to keep up his arrogant young master facade in

no noise. There were almost no spectators at all. But he realized that this was only logical. The Owlans were only allowing the participants to enter their world. So as to not be accused of bias,

an exchange between the geniuses of the Crafting world. Only the second aspect would be actual Crafting, while it could be said that the first round was more of a

was based on the disagreements that took place

and then mark whose superseded that of the others. Like this, an undisputed King

of environment, a rowdy

Gathering of Minds as well. Only a few ten thousand compared to the trillions that took part in

any inclination toward the

the 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

warning of sorts

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