Dimensional Descent

Chapter 949 - Her Destination? Her Goal?

Planet Luxnix entered an odd state. Regardless of their status, the capture of a main bloodline member of an opposing family would always be a serious matter. And yet, the Luxnix family had done so without hesitation and without warning. It was clear that of all the things the Luxnix family was, pushovers was not among them.

Ossan's true state wasn't as fierce as the Luxnix's family's state, though. He couldn't be said to be comfortable, but at the very least, his life wasn't on the line. He sat on the floor of a relatively clean cell, his hands and feet bound by chains. There was a single metallic toilet to the side and the empty tray in front of him had likely previously held food.

Still, though he hadn't been roughed up, for a nobleman this sort of treatment might as well have been the worst of torture—this was only especially so for Ossan.

He couldn't see any pretty women. He couldn't eat the food he loved. He couldn't even have alcohol.

It was inhumane.

At that moment, there was a shuffle and large, clanking doors and grinding gears sounded. After a dull boom, the sound of footsteps echoed in a leisurely cadence. It was as though the person wanted Ossan to stay in suspense for as long as possible.

"It's you!"

When Ossan finally laid eyes on this person, his heart couldn't help but tremble. In a lot of ways, he felt that seeing this person hit him harder than even being in the presence of a Feather Star warrior. The fact that this person was here let Ossan know that there was no way this matter would end simply.

with an indifferent expression on his face, his visage seemingly having been hand crafted by a god. He had exceptionally fair skin

the small of his back, equally golden eyes matching it in luster and brilliance. His body was wrapped in pristine, blemishless, white robes, a single

ignorant as Ossan was about a lot of things, there were certain matters that

Feather Star warrior. He would immediately recognize one of them so long as they were wearing their uniforms without fail, even if he was in a state of lethargy like he had

family, the sole Heir, a man without match or competition, Myghell Luxnix.

In this respect, he was without match or equal. Despite being several decades younger than Rychard and Ossan's brother, Myghell was already at the Quasi Sixth Dimensional level. He might very well be

difference was like

pressure of his gaze fell on Ossan in waves, he couldn't help but tremble, his teeth chattering and his limbs turning cold. He found that just breathing alone was

wanted to scream in frustration. Shouldn't he have

dare to scream out,

behind him, turning toward the guards at the entrance. Each of them looked toward Myghell with reverence as though

alert." Myghell said

entourage was making their way to Luxnix territory swiftly. It was no surprise that this group was led by

man in his own right, with short cut black hair and starry violet eyes. However, he had the stern look of a man already in his middle ages.

was truly frowning right then, though. He understood there was a very real possibility he would never see his younger

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an estate and

back, are you really going out again