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.

lips. "Do you know when he

I do not

didn't actually know where Leonel was, the latter had only come by a few weeks ago to inform them of some things before leaving. A lot like

"Then... excuse me..."

cold shivers running down the spine of the spectators. Her delicate palm crashed through the air with more speed than the wind trying

the strike landed, he actually took the time to smooth out those wrinkles before he looked up

to the danger thrumming in her heart and a layer of transparent

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

had something that could only be described as innate battle sense, something that usually only manifested in Brazingers. Her ability to

she would often still have piles of trump cards left unused after a battle. For her to bring out something so

BANG!

hand as though she was a hint of surprise. She hadn't felt her body trembling like this after an exchange in a very

any Force, and unlike Elorin's strikes which only *seemed* to

higher than movement speed for obvious reasons, and yet it had taken Galaeron the

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

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

seemed to make

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

the Crudus family couldn't seem to take it anymore, their green hair whipping about wildly as they pointed a