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."

up a thumb, giving Vega a

than Sceio. The trouble was that

Vega's faction, and yet still somehow had the audacity to chase after Vega herself. It could be said

but she didn't monitor their relationships so 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

the three or four most likely to succeed her. When

issues, and Aina felt like the perfect remedy to deal with this matter once and for all, but then

again, finally straightening

I still have my duties as a big

miracle if Leonel was left with his

walk away without so much as a goodbye to

Even if she beat Sceio to a pulp, it wouldn't help her mood out. In fact, he would only take greater pleasure in

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

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

She suddenly wasn't very certain if this

his eyes lighting up when he saw Aina's face. He had already known that this sister-in-law of his was beautiful, but to think she really lost out to the likes of Vega in no way. Tsk, Littlest Nova sure was lucky to have snagged something like this before stepping foot into the Void Palace. Where was

though, only made Aina's frown deepen. If not for the fact Sceio had already become her last

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

Nova's treatment. But the interest… Well, let's just say that the

both devilishly handsome and

**

and deeper than

still open, functioning as though nothing at

shocking was that the Void Elders themselves were also baffled by exactly what had occurred

the air, unbeknownst

all sense it,

"Yes… This Dream Force…"