Dimensional Descent

Leonel calmed himself and nodded.

"Is there anywhere I'm supposed to go after this?" Leonel asked.

"Yes. All those who have just returned from the Zone must report to the Void Senate. As for the details, they'll inform you about them."

Leonel nodded and took Aina's hand again as they entered the city to use a teleportation platform to the core of the Void Palace. As for his thoughts, they were much less calm than the rhythmic cadence of his heart.

The Cloud Race.

He knew about them as well. They were a Race of people adept at mimicry. They could freely change their forms and embody whatever their eyes could see.

When Leonel first learned about this race from the Void Library, he was quite confused. After all, Wise Star Order had told him that humans were the weakest of the races because they couldn't focus their attention down one path. Then how, exactly, was the Cloud Race so powerful? Shouldn't they be even weaker than humans following this logic?

Well, the truth was, the Cloud Race was near the bottom of the barrel along with humans and the Dwarven Race, but they were still considered to be stronger than the both. This was because the mimicry of the Cloud Race was all focused on one thing: countering.

The Cloud Race were experts in defense and using your weaknesses against you. This style of battle made them exceptionally powerful, and while they couldn't be considered to be at the pinnacle of the most powerful races, they were still well known to be superior to the humans.

Ironically, though, it was precisely because of this that the humans fared so well against the Cloud Race. Because humans weren't as homogenous as the other races, countering them took time and effort, and true human geniuses might be able to defeat Cloud Race geniuses before said genius could get a grasp on their abilities.

Palace had suddenly become so cautious against the Cloud Race must mean that by the time Leonel was gone, they must

wanted to wage war against the humans, they didn't need to understand all of them, they

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match up again even normal Cloud Race members to begin with. The less complex the talent, the easier it was to counter on

…

Leonel stood at the base of a mountain, looking up. He knew that the Void Senate was up there, but this was actually the first time he had

escort them up and they

from them behind a desk. He didn't look up even after the door closed, but

could see that this man was missing an arm, one

passed, Leonel's eyes had narrowed

could return, how could someone who could sit at the top of the Void

said a single word since they

missing arm, Leonel's furrowed brows loosened and his expression became calm. There was a better than 70% likelihood that this was the man his father took the arm of, and likely also the catalyst for what put the sword and spear factions at each

set aside their differences to face a greater threat, but

Leonel's demeanor had entirely relaxed and he suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing. It truly felt as though a pair of swords were hidden within the depths of

of Leonel, it dissipated into the wind, leaving Rosen with narrowed eyes. Leonel didn't even seem to have

are the documents. Write down everything you've experienced in the Zone, catalogue all of the events by day for all exactly 63 days

and then return them to you in a timely fashion. This is only for the