Dimensional Descent

1815 Coincidence?

Harmony vanished and appeared within the depths of the asteroid belt almost instantly. She crossed the seemingly impossible distance with absolute ease.

In a flash, her scythe appeared in her hands and she let out a shriek as she slashed downward. She rampaged about with an unearthed fury. Every time she slashed, rocks would shatter and warships would collapse one after another. It didn't seem as though anvthing could withstand even a single one of her attacks.

A light cough echoed to Leonel's back.

"Where'd you find this one, cap?" Gil mumbled.

"She's my type, why don't you introduce me?" Milan suddenly spoke, wiping his drool away with a forearm.

"Look at her, she could snap you like a twig. Get yourself together, you're embarrassing," Gil replied quite fiercely, despite the fact it was clear he couldn't take his eyes off of the sway of Harmony's hips.

They couldn't ogle Aina out of respect for Leonel and because they cared dearly for their lives, but the moment they saw a woman comparable to her, their eyes didn't seem to want to function properly, even threatening to pop out of their eye sockets.

a twig all she wants,"

embarrassing. They saw one beauty and already didn't know how

you," Leonel laughed. "She's from the Three Finger Cult, though." Gil and Milan were suddenly rendered speechless. Since when had they had someone like that on their side? Wait, didn't that also make her an enemy? Leonel was just trying to set them up! She'd sooner stab them to death than date them! The two felt cold shivers

all too obvious that their attempt at a covert operation had been entirely thwarted, and even dense networks of traitors they had been building up for the last several years were all

their canon fodder, over 90% would never see the light of the next day. Their operation had become a complete failure and they

the Empire from the true and most lethal threat. Ultimately, they had expected most of those

would only suffer a greater loss. They had just wiped out countless families without word or warning, this sort of unilateral movement and decision was exactly the kind of thing that would put Earth in a

silver and radiant blue armor, his hair just as blue as the sparks of lightning that danced across his armor as well. With his spear in hand, he truly

didn't need to think much to know who this was. This was none other than the man in control of the Thrusting Skies Sector, Patriarch Aleck,

as almost the moment he spoke out, roaring to cover the region

of the flagship in

slight ripple. Leonel could only shake his head toward this sight. Before his interaction with that Eighth Dimensional expert from Shield Cross Stars, such an attack wouldn't have even caused the barrier to waver. Unfortunately, he