Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes snapped open immediately.

Aina sat on her knees nearby. She had already looked off into the distance, but it was difficult to see anything from this location. This room didn't have any mirrors, and although there were monitors around to observe the situation outside, none of them had been turned on. Considering what the two had been doing in this room, they didn't have time to care about such things.

Leonel tried to sit up but an aching pain took hold of his body, threatening to make his consciousness fade. If it wasn't for the fact he had used Instant Recovery once already, he might have directly passed out just now.

Aina looked back and panicked slightly.

"It's fine, I can handle it."

Leonel chuckled lightly and winced as he slowly pushed himself up.

"You don't even know what's going on outside, how could you say that so confidently?"

Seeing that Leonel was in the mood to joke around, Aina rolled her eyes. If this man didn't look like he was at death's door, she would really teach him a lesson.

Leonel's pale violet hair and irises had lost all of their color, both looking far more like a pale gray and lacking the vibrancy they had once had before. He was still naked, so it was all too easy to see his skin sticking loosely to his bone. His cheeks were sunken and the bags under his eyes were practically black. At a glance, he looked like a talking zombie with a small dash of handsomeness probably only Aina could see with her love-tinted glasses.

That said, Leonel wasn't wrong. To say that the warship with the size of a moon was actually a bit of an underestimation of its size. Without the monitors activated, Aina's mind, even with its recent buffs, had no way of seeing far enough to check on what was going on outside.

BANG!

as Leonel just barely managed

Recovery didn't even work this time, at least absorb some of the demon corpses

shook his head. "I'll be fine. There's no need to waste the demon corpses on this, we only have a limited number of them and they're best used to help everyone else. Don't worry too much, I might look like

once before he regained his bearings. He slapped his thighs once and a pair of sweatpants covered him up. He couldn't be bothered to dress the

see who's

heard this.

…

surrounded the region, a number that could only be counted

of the flagship behemoth, but they all had their cannons trained upon the same location, clearly planning to overwhelm

Neither of them looked as though they were taking this matter seriously. Leonel wasn't even

his state. In the end, she rushed after him like this, leaving him

these ships. He had yet to activate the forcefield of the flagship although doing so would have ended this farce. He was more

a moment of

Were these… pirates?

from scrap metal, barely weathering the astral winds of deep

over a hundred or so spaceships had only covered a small

Leonel was what gave these people the balls to do this. Were they

account for, and that was outright fools. How could you deduce

was a subtle ripple that spread from a

'A signal.'