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…"

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

the slightest bit. Despite the fact the boy's face was lowered and the prisoner tag that

he couldn't say a word

new to this new world order, Escobar was still 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 absolutely impossible unless

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

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,

those like Leonel or the Warden would have to comprehend Universal Cycles in order to use Universal Force. Savants had no need for such a thing. They could make use of the Universe's strength

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

wasn't non-existent either. Much like how mortal savants of Earth were only good at one particular task,

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

did they need such supplementary

or maybe he was thinking through something. He didn't have any care to give, just silently standing there

"Where is my mother?"

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

feel the struggle of the youth before him. Lionel's every instinct screamed to kill him, yet, as though he was internally speaking to himself in attempts

to know about his mother more than he wanted to kill this Warden before

man can't speak, release him." Lionel said

ran down his face, but he didn't seem to mind

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

voice still as even as it always was. "Where is my mother?