Dimensional Descent

The three that had come fell one after another, unable to last even a few exchanges with Aina. They writhed on the ground, their bodies aching with pain.

Back then, Aina had only allowed Leonel to fight on her behalf because she quite liked the feeling of him protecting her. So long as it wasn't a life or death situation, he didn't mind being a docile partner to his right. However, as much as she liked that, she also liked fighting, and she could sense a powerful opponent inside.

If she didn't claim this battle for herself and let Leonel attack first, she wouldn't even get the chance to regret it later. When Leonel started fighting, he forgot about everything else. Sometimes he looked like even more of a battle maniac than she was.

The three youths that had fallen to the ground, were unable to get up. Aina's fighting style didn't seem as wild or murderous as Leonel's, but only they knew well that Aina was maybe even more vicious. Leonel might rip out an arm, but Aina's offensive seemed to make sure that they'd have broken bones and leaking inner organs in the worst of places. They couldn't even breathe without feeling as though shards of glass were lodged in their lungs.

At that moment, the very figure Aina had been waiting for walked out.

The young lady was wrapped in what looked like green leather armor that clung tightly to her curves. Vines, flowers, and even the occasional patch of bark decorated her armor, making it difficult to tell if it was real leather at all, or if it was just a special sort of plant.

Leonel knew who this young woman was quite immediately. Of course, this wasn't by her name or her feats, but rather the role she played.

The thoughts of the three youths that had charged out initially were not wrong. The Green Thread Faction had, indeed, gone through a lot to reach its current level. As such, they had many policies in place to protect themselves, policies that Leonel was mostly familiar with due to his buying of information.

protected by a powerhouse. These powerhouses were the core of the Viror family's strength in this generation. Treanna might have been the best, but she

had a run-in with. This lady here was

in Tier 3 of the Sixth Dimension, but despite this, her presence made Emonie, Eliot, and Jova, who had all been in Tier 4, seem like small tides on a slow day. It was clear that in the Void Palace, Tier was the very last measurement you should use to gauge someone's strength. Underestimating someone because

was no doubt that this woman was either very close or already within the 97th percentile, having taken around

three family members, the

two women moved

pieces of nature flipped a palm to reveal an emerald green whip. At the same time, Aina's spatial ring tremble, revealing a long, snaking silk scarf that curled above her arms, following them up

just worn a shawl, but it was clear at a glance that it didn't touch

shot out, however, when they met, instead of hearing the sounds of a cracking whip,

eye-aching

harsh and straight to the point. But, Aina's silk cloth seemed to flow softly and slowly, redirecting all the strength it faced without the slightest hurry. This seemed

styles were different, but they were still about equal. Of course, the young woman had yet to use her God Runes, and as for Aina, since when was this her usual style? She was trying to learn something completely separate from her usual

just keep fighting

a hand and walked through the battlefield. As for worrying about Aina? He didn't feel like he

she tried. It was only then that she, who had thought that she was still holding back and could still easily manage the situation, suddenly realized that this