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.

of beasts was known as

As for the Demon...

a

a dreamy, almost cloudy mystery to them. Even with the horns rising from his forehead, rather than demonic,

trying, the Dream Force he exuded was palpable, the light smile on his face painting its own

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

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

his arrogant young master facade in recent weeks... But he would unleash it

spectators at all. But he realized that this was only logical. The Owlans

meant to be an exchange between the geniuses of the Crafting world. Only the second aspect would be actual Crafting, while it could be said that

disagreements that took place during the debate that the challenges would

down the ideologies, and then mark whose superseded that of the others.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

this sort of environment, a

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

fools without any inclination toward

Not only did they have to travel for months, but who would dare to come

the Demi-God Races who cared enough to

that was a soft warning

Crafting aspect and another for the Force Pill