Dimensional Descent

Many hours later, Elthor returned to a small home of wood and hay. When he closed the door, he breathed out a long sigh.

He wasn't sure if he had made the right choice or not, but his instinct told him that this was the best case scenario for the current moment. Whether or not that yellow dressed woman's intentions were pure or not, he had no idea. He could only do his best to ensure that this Oryx Tribe survived.

Sitting down on a mat of tied together thin strips of wood, Elthor calmed his breathing. It was about time he started his training regimen for the night. But, first…

Elthor pulled out the talisman from within his spatial ring. He didn't worry about being overheard because Leonel had already left certain fail safes for this.

He replayed the message he received earlier and nodded to himself.

Like he had thought before, this message wasn't from Leonel. Rather, it was from a person named Allan. He remembered Leonel describing him as a man who wore glasses for the hell of it. If he recalled correctly, Leonel seemed to have been laughing a bit too hard at that prospect, humor he didn't quite understand.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that Leonel's own father wore glasses for no reason as well. It didn't make sense in the past considering Earth's technology, and it made even less sense now that Leonel knew how powerful his father probably was.

Leonel, for some reason, found it amusing to compare Allan to his father, another thing that Elthor wouldn't understand.

If Elthor knew Allan, though, he'd know why Leonel found it so hilarious. Before Leonel's breakthrough into the Fourth Dimension, it could be said that Allan's physique was the greatest out of all of them. The man was chiseled year-round and never took a break on anything whether it came to his diet or training.

But, at the same time, he didn't chase women, he always wore baggy clothing, and he cosplayed like he was a nerd even to the point of being obsessed with computer programming. If it wasn't because they shared a locker room together, none of them would ever know how ripped Allan was.

for so long that it all seemed normal to him by this point. But, he realized when he was trying to describe him to Elthor that all his teammates were a bunch of weirdos, so

former members of the Polished Glass Faction. Very soon, Elthor would be able

backbone of raising funds while Leonel was away. With their help and

Tribes but war and attrition had whittled them down to just one. This singular Oryx Tribe contained about 10 000 Oryx, a number that almost made it a shame to consider them as a mere Tribe. It was just unfortunate that their living conditions were so

prowess for the sake of survival so much, that they had

much stress for Leonel to support so many, so early on, it shouldn't be a problem to

the skill of Allan and the others grew, it would

to hurry…' Elthor thought, putting the talisman away as he took deep breaths. '… The unknown

fast Leonel

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spirit. He had already been in this place for three months by this point and if it wasn't for the fact his mind wouldn't let him forget, he would have lost count of the number

was

color of his Stars was indeed reliant on his environment and they didn't seem capable of being changed. Even when he

problem as he thought because he could evolve his Stars as he pleased… The only issue lay in the fact his Stars were out

for the Fourth was meant to be the body. And the

his body, the silver-white

weren't as good as his silver-white Stars at replenishing his mind. And, in the vice versa, his silver-white Stars had

while of panicking about this, Leonel realized that he

that formed his Star Constitution wasn't tied to the [Dimensional Cleanse] technique at all. Whenever Leonel used [Dimensional Cleanse], he didn't have to communicate with his Stars first. It was more accurate

had wanted nine Stars to be entirely focused on his mind, or nine entirely