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.

suddenly become so cautious against the Cloud Race must mean that by the time Leonel was gone, they must have made great headway into grasping the secrets

humans, they didn't need to understand all of them, they just

family, the Suiard family, the Constellation Alliances, Shield Cross Stars, the Crafting Guilds,

were grasped, who cared about the weaker humans? They weren't good enough to match up again even normal Cloud Race members to begin with. The less complex the talent, the easier it was to

…

up. He knew that the Void Senate was up there, but this was

to escort them up and they were soon brought

them behind a desk. He didn't look up even after the door closed, but this aura did seem to

see that this man was missing an arm,

entire minute passed, Leonel's eyes had

of the Void Senate not understand? And even if they assumed that it was Aina and not him, wasn't

said

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

didn't know what was going on with that situation now, or if the two factions had set aside their differences to face a greater threat, but judging by Rosen's

and he suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing. It truly

radius of Leonel, it dissipated into the wind, leaving Rosen with narrowed eyes. Leonel didn't even seem to have moved a single inch or down anything. But in reality, neither did

Rosen said emotionlessly. "Here are the documents. Write down everything you've experienced in the Zone, catalogue all of the events by day for all exactly 63 days that were inside. Do not miss a

Void Palace will not take any of them, but will inspect them, categorize them, and then return them to you in a