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.

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

and the other former

didn't detail his other plans to him, but it seemed that Allan and the Polished Glass Faction would become the backbone of raising funds while Leonel was away. With their help and Leonel's support from the background, they

Oryx Tribes but war and attrition had whittled them down to just one. This singular Oryx Tribe contained about 10 000

for the sake of survival so much, that they had lagged behind in other

so many, so early on, it shouldn't be a problem to

skill of Allan and the others grew, it would only become easier to accommodate them

he took deep breaths. '…

how fast

**

three months by this point and if it wasn't for the fact his mind wouldn't

now, Leonel was certain of one

first was that the color of his Stars was indeed reliant on his environment and they didn't seem capable of being changed. Even when he tried to flood blue Star Force toward

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

energy. The foundation for the Fourth was meant to be the body.

silver-white Star Force he had absorbed

mind. And, in the vice versa, his silver-white Stars had never been very good at helping his body

a while of panicking about this,

[Dimensional Cleanse] technique at all. Whenever Leonel used [Dimensional Cleanse], he didn't have to communicate with his Stars first. It was more accurate to say that his Stars were a byproduct allowed by cultivating the technique and priming the body

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