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

to Seventh Dimensional

Star Order a list of requirements, hoping the old man would be 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

Wise Star Order

have a very strict hierarchy, they live for war, and duty is at the forefront of their minds. They're very big on cycles

Leonel's brow furrowed.

was no ritual, then what could possibly

a Shadow Sovereign Rapax here whose Shadow Domain was shrunk 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 area, but that

the more stamina it took. So, Leonel assumed that if the Shadow Domain had been shrunk, and it was unlike the Shadow

birthed

through Leonel's mind, almost causing

quickly reached out a hand, stabilizing his shoulder with a worried expression on her face. Her first instinct

the hell old

his shock, Wise Star Order had done 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 soul was injured, but rather because it was like tender flesh in its current state, it was incredibly sensitive to

have no idea what

not! That's why I'm asking

Sovereign is akin to the birth of a King for the

do you keep saying

yet, idiot! It's definitely