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 over the Slayer

nature of his dress, it didn't seem out of place in

less ancient than the Ascension Empire. However, we've been hiding in the shadows for

his demeanor completely unlike what his age would dictate. He commanded the room of such powerful individuals with ease. Well… With the exception of

his breath as he whispered sweet nothings

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 animosity in his

"Hutch."

The angelic man growled.

"Huh? Huh?"

warily. When

this meeting is still

fury reached a new level

"Show some respect!"

fawning over a brat who hasn't even grown hair in all the right places yet, and now you have the audacity to ask

yawned again, smacking

some pizza…"

was especially so for Catris who had lost an arm to Hutch just

Grandpa Hutch… I

narrowed as he looked back toward

Mayfly and Elorin, it was hardly worth