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.

this point. But, he realized when he was trying to describe him

managed to establish contact with Kaela and the other former members of the Polished Glass Faction. Very soon, Elthor would be able to accept

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

whittled them down to just one. This singular Oryx Tribe contained about 10 000 Oryx, a number that almost made it

survival so much, that they had lagged behind in other aspects

support so many, so

the others grew, it would only become easier to accommodate

as he took deep breaths. '… The unknown organization led by that woman isn't going

fast Leonel could get back

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by this point and if it wasn't for the fact his mind wouldn't let him forget,

was certain

indeed reliant on his environment and they didn't seem capable of

because he could evolve his

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

was perfectly tailored for his body, the silver-white Star Force he had absorbed for the Third Dimension worked best for

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

about this, Leonel realized that he was

used [Dimensional Cleanse], he didn't have to communicate with his Stars first. It was more accurate to say

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