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.

the back. He had never had a disciple before, but quite frankly, Drake would probably be the closest thing. It was funny because Leonel was

so, he was happy that

did. Leonel had always noticed this, but

like Drake had

that a heart-shuddering pressure descended

when he looked into the skies of the void, it was actually just

'Hm?'

confusion flashed across Leonel's face, but it had little to do with the actual subject of

unfurled in the skies and a

get his affairs in order and then come to the God Realm... Otherwise, he would be

were expert assassins and probably some of the most fearsome characters in

that didn't quite feel humanoid at all but were

odd practice of attaching themselves to treasures, many of which were masks. Often, the Umbryx could be found floating around like faceless

Leonel read about them, he couldn't help but think of the Wizard of Oz. Of course, if others knew that he had made such a fool of the Umbryx,

Umbryx was seen when they left those floating masks of theirs. They were creatures without substance and form. Reality couldn't seem to hold them and they slipped in and out of the Dimensions with ease. They were the only Race in existence that

Leonel could only think of them in one way... The

Race sounded, they were existences that were