Dimensional Descent

Within the planetary warships, the warriors of Shield Cross Stars moved about like the ants of a colony, the speed and organization reaching an immaculate realm.

At that moment, within the personal cabins of some of the most elite troops there were, several meditating powerhouses slowly opened their eyes, their auras flashing with a robust heaviness before retracting into gentle streams of cool wind.

One after another, they stood.

Each one of these individuals was completely in the nude, soaking in a dense jelly-like substance. They stepped out with a movement and immediately became dry beneath an odd, inexplicable process.

They dressed themselves systematically. The rhythm was so smooth and without hitches that it would be clear to anyone watching that they had done this thousands of times. Although their rituals were all different, each one had one that they had drilled into their minds over decades.

However, no matter how different their processes were, in exactly three seconds, they all had finished dressing themselves and stepped out.

The moment they did, the hustle and bustle of the planetary warships seemed to slow and quiet, the echoes of their footsteps setting a new rhythm that they all fell into.

They stretched out their hands.

As obedient as servants, several groups rushed forward and handed them halberds twice the height of their bodies.

They stretched out their forearms.

In just as quick movements, several more groups rushed forward and handed them shields that weighed as heavy as mountains.

The moment they were equipped with weapons and shields, their steps only became heavier, the rumbling momentum causing even the warship itself to quake and shake.

The more these echoes resonated, the more controlled the others seemed to become. With every passing second, the cohesion of the group grew further. Even as they increased their pace of movement, the smoothness remained the same and, in fact, greatened. As though they were perfectly choreographed traffic, no one interrupted the path of another person, even to the point their shoulders didn't brush.

These entities stepped out, reaching the bow of their ships as crowds of warriors, previously seemingly moving in an unorganized swarm, formed neat and even lines to their back. For each one of these six planetary warships, there were 12 such existences, each one wielding the very same halberd and shield.

The uniformity was immaculate.

Their faces seemed hardly recognizable to the public, but to the terrorist organizations of the Dimensional Verse, they were all too well known.

Captain Zylgella.

vast majority, however to the people of the colloquially known Zealot Sector, his name rang fear in

Zealot Sector was a region of the Human Domain where there was an increased activity in Gods and Faiths due to certain unique opportunities presented. Unfortunately, that also made it a hotbed of religious

The number of shrines and places of worship he

Captain Urrith.

meant nothing to the vast majority, however to the people of the Skyward Sector, her name shook their souls and sunk claws into

Sectors of the Human Domain. There were only two methods of gaining such a title, both of which usually came hand in hand. The

of others in minority positions that had learned to

locations tended to be particularly lawless. Since these regions could not be controlled by humans, it was obvious that the humans

and maintaining control, Shield Cross Stars

odd winged race followed to her back, having wings that alternated

had subdued

Captain Wimword.

he oversaw, this name was completely unknown to

to live there normally. Those that did were often sickly, malnourished and

Wimword set

and history than the last, and each fully prepared to lay down

had been sucked out of the air. These 12 stood at the bows of their ships. Although less than a second had passed since they had

And then, they jumped.

felt his spine

notice his change immediately and reacted in kind. Her hair fluttered in the air as she stepped onto a rotating blood rose, with a raise of her hands, the others followed

BANG! BANG!

a tsunami of earth rose into the air and spread

narrowed as

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

shake so fiercely that it almost threatened to throw him

into the, threatening to make visibility an impossibility. The Void Palace was already known for its dense fog, so this only made the situation several times more difficult to handle. However, before it could truly get out of hand, all of the dust was suddenly pressed into the ground

Aina were surrounded by towering shields the size of buildings. There were exactly 72 of them, each of them shimmering

between silver and royal blue depending on the angle, their translucent nature being just transparent enough to

exact same leg and walking forward in