Dimensional Descent

Chapter 957 - Single

Myghell stood in silence. After a while, he became certain. This shadowy figure was likely not a plot set by Gradeyr. But, this scheme was so great that it still didn't matter. What the truth was, was irrelevant. All that mattered was what the optics were and only by dealing with them could his Luxnix family come out unscathed.

Still, this was quite interesting, though. Myghell didn't pay much attention to the outside world because there was no one of the younger generation even worthy of his effort. In fact, he felt that every second he spent in a Sixth Dimensional world was another greater waste of his time.

That said, as the Heir of the Luxnix family, there were still some things he had to know—namely, who the Heirs of the other families were and what strength they had.

This was all to say that an existence like Aina wasn't one he had heard of before. It was even more surprising that he would feel a slight pressure from someone who was merely a Tier 3 existence.

Of course, he didn't feel that there was any real threat of losing, but it was surprising nonetheless. The Viola family shouldn't have such a genius on their side. And, even if they somehow did, sending this person on such a dangerous mission was impossible.

The only explanation was that this person wasn't a member of their bloodline lineage. This meant that this girl wasn't some hidden trump card of the Viola family but more likely to be a Vessel, a Vessel candidate, or the offspring of a Vessel.

Reaching this conclusion, Myghell stretched out a single finger, his other arm clasped behind his back. Seemingly without warning or buildup, Aina's pupils constricted. A beam of light had already appeared just a foot from her face, leaving her almost no time to react.

her twin swords upward, her wrist going numb as the light rebounded away, leaving an exceptionally smooth hole in the bark of a

looked like a spirit floating amidst the darkness, his outstretched finger releasing strength that could wipe out an entire city

had retreated a hundred meters, eating up a fifth of the distance she had managed

Despite the increased distance, the strength of Myghell's finger lasers didn't seem to weaken in the slightest. In fact, they seemed

push her back to the

still not moved a single inch, his pristine white robes still fluttering. The subtle flapping of their fabric resounded between the clanging of metal and laser, accentuating just how quiet

forward. It pierced through the trunk of a tree with

met with

almost impossible to use their eyes to spot one another. However, each was very

by these trees while Aina herself was still continuously being pushed back without recourse. In just a few exchanges, she had already been pushed half way back to the family estate. If it wasn't for the trust

broken wrist simply unable to maintain her grip. She suddenly flicked her forearm, snapping her wrist back into place only for it to be rapidly healed beneath her

even after all this time no one had come, it was likely that they would

BANG!

skies like a pillar. An illusory black-red flame erupted around her body and flickered within the depths of her

her remaining sword. Just as Myghell's gaze narrowed, the whistling wind finally caught up to his ears and a glistening

to the side. But, he was slightly too late. Three strands of his immaculate golden hair