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.

Race disguise, why wouldn't he be able to tell that the latter was

could either test his luck and try to kill Leonel, or he could run. If Leonel managed

escape, and it would take far more than just a few exchanges to bridge the gap, but the main issue was a matter of whether they would be able to track them or

trail would disappear by the time they caught up. But if he delayed… there was no

Leonel's smile that he seemed to understand

into a puff of air. In an instant, he had regained all of his calm and there was no longer the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Leonel's lip curled

away. What Leonel found interesting, though, was

Shield Cross Stars with just three individuals? That didn't seem likely.

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 had quite some spectacular methods

they escaped, a dense foggy grey energy rose into the air, obscuring vision and making even Leonel feel as though his mind was

formations wavered and collapsed, the glorious

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

arm around her

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!