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.

known

As for the Demon...

a Dream

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

the light smile on his face painting its own dreamy

a month

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 would

at the arena, he realized why there was no noise. There were almost no spectators at all. But he realized that this was only logical. The Owlans were only

world. Only the second aspect would be actual Crafting,

disagreements that took place during the debate that the challenges

then mark whose superseded that of the

this sort of environment, a rowdy crowd was actually

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

could fight, but fools without any inclination toward the Crafting Art would only embarrass

have to travel for months, but who would dare to come here and waste the time

Demi-God Races who cared enough to

that was a soft warning of sorts to

the Crafting aspect and another for the Force Pill Crafting aspect.