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

I do not

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

"Then... excuse me..."

to leave cold shivers running down the spine of 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

actually took the time to smooth out those

in her heart and a layer of transparent blue scaled immediately coated her palm, wrist and

but feel their hearts

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

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

BANG!

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

wasn't even entirely sure of what had just happened. Galaeron didn't seem to have used any Force, and unlike Elorin's strikes which only *seemed* to be slow,

obvious reasons, and yet it had taken Galaeron the entire length of

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

a feather, that much Nana was certain of. On

seemed to make any

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

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