Dimensional Descent

"If matters continue like this, Terrain will lose."

Elorin's voice held a certain sweetness to it. It was deep and reverberating, but it tickled the ears almost like a steady rhythm. It had a special cadence to it that dragged all those who heard it in. But, maybe his words themselves were more shocking than anything else.

According to Elorin, despite the state of the battlefield and the current semi-stalemate, Terrain had not a single chance of winning.

If the outside world heard such things, they would think that this man was insane. However, the members of the Slayer Legion only nodded as though this was obvious.

As the existences that had been battling The Empire for so long, they had a great understanding of their strength. If Terrain thought their pitiful planning was enough, they were sorely mistaken. The reality of it all was that Emperor Fawkes was simply unfathomable. As long as that man didn't deem it fit to make a move, Earth was in no danger whatsoever.

However, that very man, at this moment, was more than content to leave this war as a training exercise for the youths of Earth. And, maybe the sad part was that Terrain had yet to realize this was the case either.

They simply weren't being taken seriously.

Of course, if one looked at this at a surface level, Elorin's words were already shocking enough. But, if one was aware of how many things he was aware of, they would be even more astounding.

"But, I'm sure you're all aware that it's impossible for things to simply continue like this. Those hidden families will not miss this opportunity to deal a blow to The Empire, they're only waiting for the opportune time. And, there's no guarantee that other worlds haven't already stuck their noses into our matters.

"So, the question remains… What will we do about it?"

hush fell

pure white color. Despite the casual nature of his dress, it didn't seem out of place in the slightest. In fact, if felt as though he was a monk looking down upon them from on

Slayer Legion and even less know that we are no less ancient than the Ascension Empire. However, we've been hiding in the shadows for a long time. Sometimes, I believe that even we forget what

over those before him, his demeanor completely unlike what his age would dictate. He commanded the room of

nod away, mumbling beneath his breath

gaze landed on Hutch. He didn't seemed irked by such a reality at all. In fact, he only shook his head as though he was observing his own grandfather napping at an inappropriate time. There wasn't a hint of

"Hutch."

The angelic man growled.

"Huh? Huh?"

around warily. When he realized where he

is

angelic man's fury reached a new level seeing

"Show some respect!"

his ears. "You're all fawning over a brat who hasn't even grown hair in all the right places yet, and now you have the audacity to

yawned again, smacking

with some pizza…" The

the others. This was especially so for Catris who had lost an arm to Hutch just months ago. The emptiness of his sleeve

Grandpa Hutch… I heard

he

might have been close, but compared to the relationship between Mayfly and Elorin, it was hardly worth mentioning. It could be said that Badger's emotions were unrequited while it was a