Dimensional Descent

There seemed to be only seven of them. No… Eight? Nine?

The number kept changing. It should have been simple to conclude that one of them had a cloning ability, but through this thickening wall of space, let alone moving, even senses didn't seem to work properly anymore.

It felt as though one was trying to cast a net several kilometers away despite the fact the group was at most several hundred meters away.

As if this wasn't fear inducing enough, while a normal distance felt like forever to everyone else. To the group, it was barely a short stroll. Though they seemed to be walking normally, they covered large distances as though they were sprinting with all their might.

Not even a few seconds later, the group reached the vanguard of the Dark Cloud Prison guards. It was only then Lionel's steps suddenly paused.

In perfect unison, the group came to a pause with him. It was hard to tell what Lionel had promised these Dark Prisoners in not even half an hour since their attempted escape began to make them treat him like this. But, the reality was displayed before them all regardless.

"… I recognize you."

Lionel's voice was quite striking in such a suddenly quiet environment. Unlike what one expected, it wasn't deep and gruff nor did it have some evil air to it. Rather, it sounded like the normal voice of a teenage boy on the cusp of adulthood.

Yet… One couldn't help but feel an instinctive fear toward it. It seemed to seep into their ears and host the beating of their hearts. As though a master plucking at their strings, he was a controller of their fate.

"Ai, that's right. You were there the day they took me away from my mother…"

Governor Duke Owen, his head still lowered to the ground. He painted quite an odd picture.

even the slightest bit. Despite the fact the boy's face was lowered and

Or rather, he couldn't say a word even if he wanted

aware that such an indomitable ability shouldn't possibly exist. All abilities should have limitations, weaknesses… Something like locking down the space within several hundred meters should

the Governor Duke didn't know was the fact there were indeed existences capable of such feats… And they were

or realm of influence, they didn't need to worry about any of this. This wasn't simply because they were able to rely on themselves, but

Force. Savants had no need for such a thing. They could make use

of Gods rather than mere mortals… And, in fact, on some worlds…

like how mortal savants of Earth were only good at one particular

had were severely limited. Cultivating Force, comprehending Styles or Universal Cycles, even awakening Lineage Factors

did they need

something, or maybe he was thinking through something. He didn't have any care

"Where is my mother?"

down on these words. But, the cold sweat of Escobar's back only

instinct screamed to kill him, yet, as though he was

Lionel decided that he wanted to know about his mother

it seems the man can't speak, release

the group, a man who looked about 27 or 28 years old picked at his nose. Snot ran down his face, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. This man was none other

toward Escobar. Only then did the Warden almost collapse, finally able to move under the

voice still as even as it always was. "Where