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.

name meant nothing to the vast majority, however to the people of the

Faiths due to certain unique opportunities presented. Unfortunately, that also made it a hotbed of religious extremists and cults which took advantage of the poor and needy, feeding them into systems that created sex trafficking rings

the Guillotine Apostate. The number of shrines and places of worship he had felled beneath his blade and soaked beneath rivers of blood were

Captain Urrith.

the vast majority, however to the people of the Skyward

hand. The first was that

Human Domain, there were batches of others in minority positions that had learned to

humans, it was

to other powers being more focused on their own regions and maintaining control,

over the Skyward Sector, though, what once was a lawless region quickly became great obedient. Even now, the odd winged race

she had subdued

Captain Wimword.

majority. Even to the people of the Necro Sector he oversaw, this name was completely unknown to them. However,

live there normally. Those that did

Captain Wimword

a more vicious title and

out of the air. These 12 stood at the bows of

And then, they jumped.

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 along with

BANG!

trembled as a tsunami of earth rose into

as his head

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

causing the ground to shake so fiercely that it almost threatened to throw him off

Void Palace was already known for its dense fog, so this only made the situation several times more difficult to handle. However, before

found that both he and Aina were surrounded by towering shields the size of buildings. There were exactly 72

silver and royal blue depending on the angle, their translucent nature being just transparent enough to show the powerful armies that stood

began to resonate. Each and every one of them walked at the exact same pace, raising the exact same leg and walking forward in unison. The resonance made