Dimensional Descent

Galienne's furious roar thundered across the skies. Never in her wildest imagination did she think that Leonel's words would actually not be nonsense, but now that she was aware, what she had to do was even less of an uncertainty.

The role of Void Palace was of one track and of one mind: protect the Human Domain from other races. It was that simple, and it was a mission that hadn't changed for countless years.

Wimword's expression changed.

At first, he wanted to see if he could do something to change his current situation, or at least take control of it, but he quickly realized that all of his ideas were ridiculous.

Take Leonel as hostage? What good would that do when the entire purpose of their trip here was to detain him to begin with? Plus, it was likely that a part of the reason Galienne's reaction was so explosive was because she had finally found a target to vent on.

After just a second, Wimword realized that he had no other options outside of running. He sent a furious gaze toward Leonel. Even now, he had no idea how he had been exposed. If it was so easy to see through the disguise of the Cloud Race then they wouldn't be the Cloud Race. Someone like Leonel was, without exaggeration, an existential risk to their very being.

The only race of people that the Cloud Race didn't dare to play around with were the Spirituals precisely because they could so easily see through them. Wimword had no idea how a human race brat could do the same thing.

Seeing Wimword's fury, Leonel smiled and waved.

"You should probably start running now, maybe you can make it out. Good luck."

Seeing Leonel's smile, Wimword's body trembled with fury. In a spike of rage, the aura of a Seventh Dimensional expert rippled out in all directions, emitting from his body in waves. However, rather than being shocked or scared like Wimword thought Leonel would be, Leonel's smile still hadn't faded.

joke. If Leonel could see through Wimword's Cloud Race disguise, why wouldn't he be able to tell that the latter was actually in

kill Leonel, or he could run. If Leonel managed to survive his first strike, he

and the others could escape, and it would take far more than just a few exchanges to bridge the

his trail would disappear by the time they caught up. But if

by Leonel's smile that he seemed to understand this quite

all of his fury vanished into a puff of air. In an instant, he had regained all of his calm and there was

curled as he

the same moment, Zylgella and Urrith no longer hesitated as well, breaking free from their formations and rushing away. What Leonel found interesting, though, was that they were all alone. He couldn't help but wonder what the

overturn Shield Cross Stars with just three individuals? That didn't seem likely. It was either

a moment as chaos ensued. With the collapse of just three formations, logically, there should have been more than enough organization remaining to deal with the situation, but the Cloud Race

foggy grey energy rose into the air, obscuring vision and making even Leonel feel as

after another, the formations wavered and collapsed, the glorious shields cracking and shattering right

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

by Aina's side. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he took another step and crossed large distances

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