Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat in silent meditation, his legs crossed. To his side, Aina rested her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes in a peaceful state of closure.

The ship they both sat within moved silently through the depths of space, but not a single person seemed apt to say a word. The silence weighed heavily and seemed to be anchored by the four elders that followed after Head Hutchin.

Of course, there was another hidden layer beneath this. The youths that followed couldn't help but steal glances at Aina. But, this time, it only had a small part to do with her beauty, especially since she wore her mask, covering her enchanting expression.

Rather, the true reason behind their sporadic glances was because of a deeply ingrained inferiority that had been marked into their soul during their Zone entry. Shockingly enough, though, there were even some youths who hadn't participated that had this same look in their eye.

Valiant Heart had brought along a bit over two dozen youths. The number that would survive this was unknown, but they all seemed to look toward Aina as though she was their light of hope.

The truth of it all made Leonel's lip curl into a smile. It seemed that he had made an excellent choice in Queen.

Though she tried to hide it, it had taken Aina a long recovery period to feel as though she could battle again. Maybe even now, she wasn't quite back to 100%. But, with Leonel's support, and help from her resources, she was quickly recovering.

Unfortunately, Valiant Heart didn't have the luxury of pushing back the date any further. The result was a lot of their geniuses being stuck at about 70-80% recovered.

In this sort of ironic situation, while all the youths looked toward Aina as their light of hope, Head Hutchin and the four mysterious elders who followed after him kept looking toward Leonel.

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be a constant state of silence. Other than food apparently prepared ahead of time by Magnaril personally, there was no other

and was imperceptible to most. But, it was

his primitive instincts tingling at his

as simple as

one. He immediately put

be the first of his steps toward his true

him that the moment he truly gained something he wanted to fight

…

Usually, within the Third Dimension, such a planet would be gaseous. But, in what seemed

was possible to see a swirl of several cloud formations, a radiant green and

safety. Those gorgeous swirls of clouds were all hurricane formations. The planet, despite its large size, was completely covered in just a

the ship broke into the atmosphere, the harsh winds and natural death traps began to make their presence known. The vessel, which had been steady up until this point, began to rattle

"This is Planet Vincero."

like a sudden gunshot amidst an endlessly silent night. Though it was nowhere near as abrasive as a true

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