Dimensional Descent

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Graros fell to his knees, watching decades of hard work crumble before him. His face was entirely drained of blood and his heart was beating so fast he couldn't even feel it any longer.

It felt as though everything was coming to an end.

He wanted to roar out.

Who was it!? Who was it that did this?!

He felt like a scared man, roaring out into the darkness, wanting to know the face of the creature lurking in the shadows ready to pounce on him. He would rather see the ugly mug of a grotesque creature with a maw big enough to swallow his head whole than to be left in the sheer uncertainty of what might step out from the dark and into the light.

However, there was no one coming to him with an answer on a silver platter.

He didn't even try to fight back. Shield Cross Stars had actually sent one of those old monsters and he had lost all sense of propriety. He didn't seem to care about his status at all. He killed Fifth Dimensional experts just as easily as he killed Seventh Dimensional experts. The suppression of the Chaotic Water Sector seemed to be nothing more than a joke to him.

When that man approached, Graros finally couldn't control himself anymore and his human form crumbled. In his mind, he seemed to see the smirking image of a devilishly handsome young man. No matter how he tried, he couldn't erase that image from his head.

No... it couldn't be him... that young man he said was only good at petty tricks couldn't possibly be the reason he was in this state now... the reason he had fallen to the point of not even being able to maintain his disguise, something even a toddler of his race could do...

Cross Elder Avan descended from the skies with a BANG! When he saw "Graros", he was so pleasantly surprised the he roared into the skies with laughter.

He had had the faint feeling that someone was leading him by the nose as well, but when he saw "Graros", none of that seemed to matter anymore. Since there really was the Cloud Race in this place, he would take this as a win and nothing less.

an odd looking race indeed, at least

almost like a two dimensional curved mask, the rest of the volume of their heads being made up by a foggy-like, grey energy reminiscent of clouds gathering on a

by murky white irises that looked like they fit better on the elderly than someone who

lankier and

head. Those runes, much like the runes of the Rapax, represented a higher noble class of the Cloud Race, they had definitely caught themselves a

dares look down on my Shield

"Who..."

to mumble out these words. He had never suffered such a loss in his life. Ever since his youth, he had been nigh untouchable, he had even come here with all the confidence in the world to force the Human Race to his knees. And yet, just when he was that close... it

did this happen?! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE?!" "Graros's"

a moment before he

Shield Cross Stars, brat? Listen well, you were apprehended by the

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

hard that his cloud began to rain, sprinkling water falling

pieces of trash could never

forehead and knocked him unconscious. He would be

Shield Cross

though, a hint of doubt crept up in

*%

through the

lips. While he quite enjoyed subduing this little vixen, he enjoyed these slower, more intimate

as Leonel suddenly felt a hand grab his ass. He froze and pulled back, looking down at the

squeezed a couple times before pulling back and releasing a crisp

you stop, cowboy? This mistress