Dimensional Descent

Up above, even Heira's gaze narrowed. Leonel had very clearly seen her, but his reaction was actually so nonchalant. Was her survival really not that surprising to him? How could that be possible?

"Even up until now, you still don't get what's going on?" Leonel looked toward Avarone. Though his gaze was hidden behind his visor, his mockery was practically palpable. It hung in the air like a venomous snake, making Avarone, who had always felt supremely confident in himself, feel his skin slowly become prickly and uncomfortable.

At that moment, the forward momentum of the second junior starship came to a slow halt. The speed it had been building up to shatter the artificial atmosphere Leonel had built here dropped to zero, stunning Avarone and the others.

"I'm not entirely sure why you think yourself to be so clever," Leonel continued. "Did you think that just because one of you two protected her initially that I would forget that you were mortal enemies? Even now you don't understand that I could kill her whenever I want, so why do you think that she's still alive?"

Avarone's gaze narrowed.

He had forgotten one very important thing. From the beginning, the reason why they were forced to fight Leonel all at once instead of spreading out to support the rest of the battlefield was that they felt he was too dangerous. If one of them turned their backs away, they would most definitely die. And yet to this point, Leonel had yet to use that ability.

On top of that, with Belize's current state, she would have been the easiest target to get rid of. So why was it that Leonel had hounded Deloris so much?

At that moment, Belize, who no longer had the leisure to split her mind and her focus screeched. Her voice was like that of a banshee, making all those who heard it feel as though their very blood was vibrating as their ears threatened to burst.

YOU

the spider lily on her forehead sprouted and bloomed. The roots of the spider lily double in size, wiggling

what remained of her face actually carrying some of the charm a beauty would have. Unfortunately, that beauty was warped by

no curves or healthy, glossy skin. Her body had been completely drained of its blood and its fat. Being too weak even to walk on her own

Siris. The devastation

space cracked and Siris' ribs caved in as though a god had drawn a finger across his chest. In just a single attack, he

chasing after Siris

Leonel spoke casually as though

"You…" Avarone's pupils constricted.

passively observe

families. These can be considered small scale battles with between two to five people participating at once. Regardless, it's usually less

of those battles your family won? Don't worry, it's a bit embarrassing, so you don't need to answer. The percentage is about

relying on the slightest sharpness, it was ripped from

remaining 19%, all of them were counted as draws. These weren't any normal draw, but rather they were draws

away from the battlefield