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

I do

Leonel was, the latter had only come by a few weeks ago to inform them of some things before leaving. A lot like his father, his nephew refused to explain anything in clear terms. The two liked to butt heads, but

"Then... excuse me..."

the spine of the spectators. Her delicate palm crashed

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 smooth out those wrinkles before he looked up and pushed his hand forward slowly as though he was using it as a knife to cut into a soft

her heart and a layer of

the 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 more strength than was necessary...

have piles of trump cards left unused after a battle. For her to bring out something so core to her greatest power before her first strike even

BANG!

as though she was a hint of surprise. She hadn't felt

used any Force, and unlike Elorin's strikes which only *seemed* to be slow, Galaeron's strike truly

it had

no power, this was simple logic. The only way for something to be both powerful and slow was for it to be heavy.

as light as a feather, that much Nana was certain of. On top of that, his

to make any

Galaeron said softly. "I don't like to bully children, so please

anymore, their green hair whipping about wildly as