Dimensional Descent

Earth's Fold of Reality slowly solidified. In this state of flux, it became comparatively easy to cross over. This was especially the case since the Milky Way was a predominantly Fifth Dimensional galaxy. Since Earth was also currently entering the Fifth Dimension, it was more a process of assimilation than evolution, helping to facilitate the crossing over all the more.

There were quite a number of powers waiting for an opportune time to cross over and many that had already done so. Having lost the protection that came with being a lower Dimensional world, Earth had begun vulnerable and thus had no choice but to gain the strength to defend itself.

This moment was one that many had been preparing for a long while. Those that came from higher order worlds had many special techniques for predicting and marking the borders of evolving Folds of Reality and had thus scouted out the region long in advance.

With the information in their hands, they retreated, knowing the danger of being present in an area a Fold of Reality was moving over. However, now, they were prepared to make a move forward once again.

Those with confidence in themselves eyed pieces of the A-Order worlds. But, there were many that chose to not overestimate themselves, aiming for B and C-Order worlds, feeling that they wouldn't be as protected.

However, these people had no way of knowing that Emperor Fawkes was a madman. Not only had he focused his most elite troops on the lower order worlds, he had left EarthX1 and EarthX2 to his still maturing grandsons…

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"Are you sure about this?"

Within a ship streaking through the vast stars, a meeting was taking place. Though their destination had already been picked, many still weren't sure about their leader's choice. Since it wasn't too late to change their destination, some were still doing their best. However, it seemed that this group was just a minority.

of them had odd birth marks randomly growing upon their skin that upon a closer look actually seemed to be no different from the

comrades' imperfections, it was likely that they had similar imperfections just placed in less than obvious

on his forehead and had a rich brown color

do I have

man who had questioned him immediately became flustered. The discussions were still amicable to this point but it seemed that they had pushed

fear death, what right do you have to follow Her

Holiness is all knowing and all powerful, we are not. We never asked the other

"For help?"

rose, the brownish gold bark on his forehead radiating an oppressive

what happened just a

you untold power, it was also a shackle like no other. So long as you were in the face of someone more favored by your God or Goddess than yourself, it was impossible to raise

didn't have the option to resist even if they wanted to and leaving the religion wasn't an option

Holiness slaughtered one of our Brothers, a

only the beginning. This blasphemer not only killed a child of Her Holiness, but he

had turned into a righteous indignation. For the mark of the Goddess to be destroyed was a slap in the face of their Holiness. This wasn't

Holiness, it is a crusade