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…"

head still lowered to the ground. He painted quite an odd picture. Everything from

the fact the boy's face was lowered and the prisoner tag that should have been across

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

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 have been

was the fact there were indeed existences capable of such feats… And

the issue of stamina, duration 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 rather because Universal Force naturally fueled

to use Universal Force. Savants

this were abilities that seemed more like the act of Gods rather than mere mortals… And, in fact, on some worlds… These

Earth were only good at one particular task, the same could be true

severely limited. Cultivating Force, comprehending Styles or Universal

such power… did they need

through something. He didn't have any

"Where is my mother?"

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

the youth before him. Lionel's every instinct screamed to kill him, yet, as though he was internally

end, Lionel decided that he wanted to know about his mother more than

it seems the man can't speak,

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 than Vice,

a booger toward Escobar. Only then did the Warden almost collapse, finally able to move under the normal laws of

said plainly, his voice still as even as it always was. "Where is my mother? What did you