Dimensional Descent

After stabilizing Little Blackstar and placing him within the Segmented Cube, Aina and Leonel broke out into a dead sprint. No longer worried about being found out and being more confident in the sort of trial they were currently taking part in, they took smaller measures toward protecting themselves in such a fashion.

However, even as they ran, Leonel didn't forget to check all his bases. This sort of thing… It was still leaving an odd taste in his mouth.

This matter seemed to require precise timing, but it had to be remembered that Leonel's actions had stalled the True Selection for several months. Of course, it was possible that this event could take place over a long period of time, which was why the elders of the Void Palace would feel confident in allowing this to happen in the first place, but there was no way for Leonel to tell immediately.

Luckily, he had a trusty encyclopaedia of sorts.

'Old man, what do you think about this?'

Leonel reached out to Wise Star Order. But, surprisingly, he didn't get an answer. He tried again, but was once more met with more silence. After a while, Leonel chuckled.

'You don't need to be scared old man, my dad isn't here anymore. You can stop hiding… Not that it would do you much good to begin with.'

A light coughed resounded in Leonel's ears. It seemed filled with a hint of embarrassment and another part righteous indignation as though he was offended by the accusation. Unfortunately, there was no hiding it.

When Velasco had appeared, Wise Star Order thought his life was forfeit. Though Leonel had vouched for this odd relationship of theirs, when a father wanted to act, what could a son do? This was especially so with Velasco considering anything Wise Star Order did in front of that man felt all too easy for the former to see right through.

Luckily, he had left without doing much more than glancing in his general direction. However, Wise Star Order was still suffering from cold sweats.

that is predictable, that would also last for a very long time? It should also be something that others might be able to benefit from, because

at the very least, they should be useless to Seventh Dimensional existences, or else

able to think of something. He would assume that a race like the Rapax might have many rituals and customs that could fall into such a category, but hopefully only a few that might be related to a Nest while

from Wise Star Order was outside of his

the forefront of their minds. They're very

Leonel's brow furrowed.

then what could possibly be

to a suspiciously small area. The only reason I can think of that such a thing would be necessary is if they needed extremely fine control over a given

to their whims within certain limits, of course depending on Dimensional level. The larger the Domain, the more stamina it took. So, Leonel assumed that if the

birthed a Shadow

Leonel's mind,

shoulder with a worried expression on her face. Her first instinct was to think that what had happened before still had lingering effects on

hell

the equivalent of violently shaking Leonel's soul. That felt no different from poking and prodding at an open wound. This wasn't because Leonel's

brat, you have no

why I'm asking

told you before that the Rapax don't really have any culture or rituals, this much is true. But, they do have certain legends that they abide by. The birth of a Shadow Sovereign is akin to the birth of a King for the Rapax. A Runed Rapax with the abilities of a Shadow Sovereign is

do you keep saying

it hasn't been born yet, idiot! It's definitely still within