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."

Vega

than Sceio. The trouble was that Sceio was a

Velasco as his idol, and his romantic life reflected that. He had already snagged several women from Vega's faction, and yet still somehow had the audacity

The trouble was… this time it did. In fact, it could be said that about 20% of the strain of her faction currently was caused by this

her seven Valkyries. And they also happened to be two of the three or four most likely to succeed her. When

Aina felt like the perfect remedy to deal with this matter once and for all, but then this bastard actually dared to appear

again,

you're mad Third Queen Beauty, I still have my

expression twisted with disgust. Knowing Sceio, it would be a miracle if Leonel was left with his underpants after all

and began to walk away without so much as a goodbye

the Void Palace was no killing. Even if she beat Sceio to a pulp, it wouldn't help

his eyes practically glued to Vega's swaying bottom as she

really like water, even her palm felt good. I really need to

wasn't very

lost out to the likes of Vega in no way. Tsk, Littlest Nova sure was

gaze, though, only made Aina's frown deepen. If not for the fact Sceio had already become her last hope, she would have long

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

interest… Well, let's just say that the interest won't be

smile both devilishly

**

However, the mystery around what exactly had happened felt heavier and deeper than many knew or were even willing to think

was still open, functioning as though nothing at all

more shocking was that the Void Elders themselves were also baffled

the air, unbeknownst

all sense it,

"Yes… This Dream Force…"