Dimensional Descent

The rampage of the Brazingers, Adurnas, Crudus and Laevis came to a halt before this man. Even so, much like Mordred, he only had eyes for Little Nana who stood right before him, he didn't even spare a glance toward his son who was currently fighting for his life.

"The four Great Families are not welcome here," Galaeron said lightly. "I don't have a passion for killing children, so don't force my hand."

Raffyr's gaze narrowed. He didn't dare to say anything, he knew his limits quite well. The gap between the Sixth Dimension and Seventh was already something that even the greatest talent had a hard time bridging, let alone the gap between the Sixth Dimension and a great talent of the Seventh Dimension like this man.

"Nana, this man will have to be left up to you," a young man of the Adurna family said.

"Mm..." Nana nodded, but didn't make a move immediately. "... Where is Leonel? I want to talk to him."

Galaeron's expression was just the same, but he found this line of questioning to be interesting.

"My nephew has more important matters to deal with."

"Nephew? You are Leonel's uncle?"

"I am," Galaeron replied plainly.

Nana hesitated. She didn't want to fight Leonel's uncle.

Seeing this scene, the others were exasperated, but without Adrin here, no one dared to order this little powerhouse around with impunity. Plus, although Nana was a little naive, she wasn't a fool, she had the capability of understanding what was at stake just like the rest of them could.

bit her lips. "Do you know when he will

do

inform them of some things before leaving. A lot like his father, his nephew refused

"Then... excuse me..."

the spectators. Her delicate palm crashed through the air with more speed than the wind trying to move around it could muster, causing the pressure to accumulate along her

this palm strike didn't seem to be moved in the slightest. His tidy hair fluttered and his clothing rippled somewhat. Even before the strike landed, he actually took the time to

danger thrumming in her heart and a layer of transparent blue scaled immediately coated her palm, wrist and up the length of her

Adurna family who saw this couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat. Nana almost never used her Lineage

had something that could only be described as innate battle sense, something that usually only manifested in Brazingers. Her ability to deploy her power was perfect and she never used

to bring out something so core to her greatest power before her first strike

BANG!

three heavy steps backward. She looked toward her hand as though she was a hint of surprise. She hadn't felt her body

Galaeron didn't seem to have used any Force, and unlike Elorin's strikes which only *seemed* to be slow, Galaeron's strike truly was

and yet it had taken Galaeron the entire

simple logic. The only way for something to be both powerful and slow was for it to be heavy.

much Nana was certain

to make

Galaeron said

it anymore, their green hair whipping about wildly as they