Dimensional Descent

Ophelia rose to her feet violently. Although her expression still didn't have a single change, the same couldn't be said for the aura around her. In fact, it seemed as though the entire cloud construct they stood upon might collapse at any moment.

Avras was caught between shock, awe and helplessness. This boy's mouth was truly something, but who could have possibly guessed that Leonel's greatest talent wouldn't be his spear, his bow, or even his True State Star Force… But rather his Force Crafting!

None of them could understand how such a talent had appeared out of nowhere. It simply didn't make sense for him to not at least be part of a Human Class power. Where the hell had he come from?!

Ophelia turned to leave, her steps slow and deliberate.

Avras' expression changed and he quickly vanished to block Ophelia's path. With his stature, he was naturally far taller and larger than the delicately framed Pavilion Head, however none of that seemed to matter at all as he continued to try to be as respectful as possible.

"Pavilion Head, please show some patience. I really cannot allow you to interfere. The child has a foul mouth that spews nothing but lies, how could the gorgeous Ophelia's prime not be endless? However, while he has a foul mouth, he hasn't broken any rules. How can the Great Families continue to hold our heads high if we cannot protect the youths who are deserving of it?

"Please show some restraint."

Avras' words were as subservient as he could allow himself to be while still drawing a fierce line. He truly couldn't allow Ophelia to go and do as she pleased, or else the event would truly be worried.

Ophelia seemed to look right through Avras for a moment before she finally met his gaze.

could. No one dared to talk about the history of Ophelia, but he knew it quite well. This woman really did dare to do anything. The

…

them at once. Clearly, they believed that such an attack could only be launched by him once,

Leonel could command his draconic construct to attack

Pavilion Head Ophelia is

plans. It might

weeks, only with those two more weeks would he be able to accomplish what he had previously

the process up in the Fiend Class Sector. It seemed that everything would come down

finish

small tornado of wind was left in his wake as he leapt to the top of the horned dragon formed of stone in a single bound. In one moment, he was on the ground, and

Force Pavilion, but they seemed to

attack just now was way too powerful, so much so that it bordered

were certain of was that they wanted no part of it. Without the help of

horned dragon, urging it