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…"

Owen, his head still lowered to the ground. He painted quite an odd picture. Everything from his bare feet to his straitjacket seemed completely out

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

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

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

the fact there were indeed existences capable of such feats… And they were known as

issue of stamina, duration or realm of influence, they didn't need to worry about any of this.

Universal Cycles in order to use Universal Force. Savants

rather than mere mortals… And, in fact,

of Earth

of their abilities, the talents Savants had were severely limited. Cultivating Force, comprehending Styles or Universal Cycles, even awakening Lineage Factors they might

such power… did they need

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

"Where is my mother?"

But, the cold sweat of

screamed to kill him, yet, as though he was internally speaking

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

it seems the man can't

about 27 or 28 years old picked at his nose. Snot ran down his face, but he didn't seem

flicked a booger toward Escobar. Only then did the Warden almost collapse, finally

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