Dimensional Descent

Sceio was the very same Nova Auran and Xavnik had spoken about during their earlier conversations. He had gotten into the Stalwart Polearm Party a step later than First Nova, leaving him fighting for its scraps. But, despite his supposedly desperate situation, one definitely couldn't tell by his demeanor that anything was wrong.

His robes were in disorder, his hair was messy, but he still looked well rested and sharp. If anything, he was just too lazy to groom himself any better than he already had.

Vega's eyes narrowed, looking back toward Sceio with a sharp look.

"Ai, don't look at me like that, I scare easily."

"Are you interfering with my business? Have you forgotten the lesson I taught you last time?"

Vega's gaze turned dangerous, her hair rippling about. She had already wasted several days here and she was close to getting what she wanted. But now it felt like someone was snatching food she was just about to bite down on away.

Sceio sighed and shook his head.

"These are simply the lumps a romantic like me must take in pursuing love. I dared to bare my heart and I suffered for it. As a man, I can only respect your decision and move on, but why must you dig up my scars like so?"

Vega lost her patience, suddenly striking out with a palm. Sceio didn't have a chance at all to dodge, facing the full brunt of it crashing into his chest.

CLANG!

"Oof…" Sceio stumbled several steps backward, coughing.

Bronze Runes flickered across his body. It was clear that while he had been slow to react in action, his Runes still activated on instinct.

Sceio beat a fist against his chest, wheezing a bit.

"Good hit. Definitely solid. Eight out of ten."

thumb, giving Vega a sign

actually much stronger than Sceio. The trouble was that Sceio was a bit…

and yet still

long as it didn't interfere with their duties. The trouble was… this time it did. In fact, it could be said that about 20% of the strain of her faction

they also happened to be two of the three or four most likely to succeed her. When they found out that they had both been

issues, and Aina felt like the perfect remedy to deal with this

again, finally straightening

still have my duties as a

if Leonel was left with his underpants after

and began to walk away without

the one rule that everyone had to follow in the Void Palace was no killing. Even if she beat Sceio to a pulp, it wouldn't help her mood out. In fact, he would only take greater pleasure in

eyes practically glued to Vega's swaying bottom

felt good.

vulgarity. She suddenly wasn't very certain if

to the likes of

Sceio had already become her last hope, she would

I'm greedy and lustful, but I never touch the women of my brothers. However, I will

the interest… Well, let's just

smile both devilishly handsome

**

would be. However, the mystery around what exactly had happened felt heavier and deeper than many knew or were even willing to think about. Most assumed that the

Tower was still open, functioning as though

the Void Elders themselves were also baffled by exactly what had

air, unbeknownst to anyone, cloaked

sense

"Yes… This Dream Force…"