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 by

the volume of their heads being made

than someone who was as young as "Graros". As for the

and more grey than

especially happy were the faint runes dancing within the cloud that made up most of the back volume of "Graros's" head. Those runes, much like the runes of the Rapax, represented a higher

want to see who dares look down on my

"Who..."

come here with all the confidence in the world to force the Human Race to his knees. And yet, just when he was

How did this happen?! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE?!"

a moment before

Cross Stars, brat?

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

so hard that his cloud began to rain,

Cross Stars?! You incompetent pieces of trash could never put me in such a

hand against "Graros's" forehead and knocked him unconscious. He would be thoroughly interrogating this lad

the rest! Shield Cross Stars

said this, though, a hint of doubt crept up

*%

through the

little vixen, he enjoyed these slower, more intimate moments

grab his ass. He froze and pulled back, looking down at the pair of moist golden eyes that had a hint of mischievousness in

times before pulling back

you stop, cowboy? This mistress is not satisfied yet!