Dimensional Descent

Silam's breathing became uneven and his pupils couldn't seem to constrict any more. Each and every one of Leonel's words seemed perfectly measured and dialed in, every syllable controlling the beating of his heart. He couldn't seem to control his body anywhere near as easily as he had done in the past.

"It all felt quite disconnected and disjointed to me.

"The Crars, as you can see by how easily Earth handled them in this war, are quite weak. Despite being a 'powerhouse' of this quadrant, the only advantage they really have are numbers. But, many of their territorial planets are still within the Fourth Dimension while their Fifth Dimensional existences simply didn't have the talent to match up to us.

"But, I couldn't help but notice that despite the fact Balthorn and her elder brother were among the greatest talents Crars had to offer, I didn't catch even a glimpse of them during this war. In fact, there wasn't a hint of the Valynore family, at least not on a scale that would make sense for one of the supposed three most powerful families of Crars. So… I became intrigued.

"That was when the Radix family's records fell onto my lap. I guess I really have to thank your five Heads for trying to deal with us like you had, or else I would have never gotten the information I needed to end all of this so quickly.

"You might not understand where I'm coming from, so I can explain it.

"When the Radix began their preparation for storming the Milky Way Galaxy, they did multiple risk assessments. They were quite well aware that there were many supremely powerful entities eyeing Earth and they were also aware that it was impossible that these supreme powers wouldn't have made any moves yet.

sunk their roots deep into well established families. In

assessment. They began an analysis of all the powers of the Milky Way, big and small, all for the sake of

don't you think? I thought it was baffling too, until one

was more accurate to say that his laughter did exactly that. He felt like

Their memories were frighteningly clean. Everything about them was completely orderly, not a thing out of place, not a

my theories were running on fumes. I have no information on anything, no proof of anything, I only have a few anecdotal experiences. But that was when something interesting happened

little one seemed to like that very much, yawning and sticking out his little pink tongue as though

that I don't really like leaving loose ends and that I might be meticulous to

Earth, but we made quick work of them. Unfortunately, one of them managed to escape and this

as a warning zone. Now, I finally knew where this last enemy had likely escaped to so I went to scout out the situation and hopefully snub any subsequent planned attack

know that not only did I find not a single soul at the shrine, all that was left was a pungent smell of roses and blood. It was the kind of strong scent that could make one either pass out or