Dimensional Descent

Drake looked down at himself, stunned. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen either, and quite frankly, he had always thought that he would be the last to reach Godhood, if he reached it at all.

Honestly speaking, Drake had always had a small bit of an inferiority complex. He had been with these guys for years, but always as Leonel's backup. He only got in games when it was an all-out blowout, and he would never get the right to start until Leonel graduated first.

However, before he could even get the chance to shine on his own, the Metamorphosis descended right after Leonel's last game, so he had never gotten a chance to see his own true potential.

That said, Drake had never harbored any resentment for that. He had always felt safe and secure by Leonel's side. If not, he would have transferred to another school where he could have gotten playing time instead of chasing after Leonel every step of the way.

It had been years of patience, years of living in Leonel's shadow, and now he had suddenly bloomed in a way he had never expected before.

Looking down at his body, he felt like he had the strength to destroy a world with a casual glance if he so wanted. Recalling various memories, everyone that he had ever feared or didn't dare to battle suddenly became as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

It was well and truly the first time that he had ever experienced something like this. And yet, rather than laughing to himself, he immediately spun around and gave Leonel a huge hug.

Leonel coughed in surprise, all the air in his body flooding out in a torrent.

"Goddamn, rookie. You're gonna kill me."

Drake laughed but didn't let up. In fact, he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

but quite frankly, Drake would probably be the closest thing. It was funny because Leonel was only a bit older-an age gap that

he was happy that Drake

Allan and he rarely joked around like the others did. Leonel had always noticed this, but it was hard

like Drake had

then that a heart-shuddering pressure descended

when he looked into the skies of the

'Hm?'

confusion flashed across Leonel's face, but it had little

golden-green scroll unfurled in the

affairs in order and then come

that Leonel had learned about. They were expert assassins and probably some of the most fearsome

they were the most like the Rapax, having bodies that didn't quite feel

forms and had an odd practice of attaching themselves to treasures, many of which were masks. Often, the Umbryx could be found floating around like faceless masks. Some of them chose masks as large as entire worlds, giving them auras more imposing than

knew that he had made such a fool of the Umbryx, they wouldn't

form. Reality couldn't seem to hold them and they slipped in and out of

them in one way...

they were existences that were incredibly frail. In that way, they were a lot more like Savants than