Dimensional Descent

Maia's eyes widened but it was already too late.

"Die."

The spears moved as though they had minds of their own, raining down from the skies like Armageddon.

To Maia, these events could only be said to be a blur. Watching her people get slaughtered like this left her without the will to retaliate. She only managed to gather up some strength when it seemed that her sons were about to be slaughtered next, but the end result of that was all of them being captured at once.

Like this, the second infiltration of the Cloud Race was suffocated and restrained.

"Put on some clothes, look at you," Aina finally got a hold of Leonel, exasperated.

Leonel laughed. "It's not my fault, do you think I have a streaking fetish?"

"You're narcissistic enough for it," Aina rolled her eyes.

"Is that your way of saying I look good? Can you say it clearer," Leonel bent down so she say it into his ear, but in return he got a light bite to his earlobe.

"Behave," Aina said somewhat sternly.

should be saying that? That felt kinky..." Leonel

help but think of James at that moment, the two of them really couldn't take anything seriously. By this point, she actually felt sort of bad for Elorin, the latter was beaten to practically an

had been drowned out for a while, but now they were front and center once again. They were unfortunately in the Sixth Dimension, or else

I'm surprised. Was the

they never took us

many different factions, each with their own thoughts on how to

this number, there were bound to be a few that were more incompetent than the others. Comparatively speaking "Graros's" efforts and "Captain Wimword's" efforts

seemed to have been quite diligent and patient, but that was only if one used the perspective of a

amounts of time. Effectively, it was like falling into a dream for long periods of time and finding

of months. She would judge the time

all. She was just looking for the quickest path to victory and she had suffered for

the other ability of the Cloud Race to retreat into their own minds and induce a coma, but he hoped that Maia's activation of their race's trump card

'Time will tell..."

a pause as he suddenly looked

the distance, a young man with a blade wound through his shoulder stood in silence. They must have been separated by at least a kilometer, and yet they might as well have been right in front

didn't say a single word

there had been, only a few dozen remained. There were simply no other battles to fight

to James and back again. She sighed inwardly,

said, Aina didn't believe that James ever wanted Leonel's death, although it was a bit naive, he likely believed that the worst thing that would have happened to Leonel back then was a period of imprisonment. Leonel likely understood this as well, or else he would

to use explosives against Leonel, even at the expense of the lives of innocents, and yet he still thought that Leonel