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..."

them really couldn't take anything seriously. By this point, she actually felt sort of bad for Elorin, the

on a pair of sweats. Their screams had been drowned out for a while, but now they were front and center

surprised. Was

they never took us seriously to begin

as an entry point, Leonel had come to understand that the efforts of the Cloud Race in the Human Domain weren't necessarily holistic and well-coordinated. They had many different factions, each with their own

Comparatively speaking

but that was only if one used the perspective of a

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

have only been a handful of months. She would judge

were framed like this, then Maia wasn't actually patient and diligent at all. She was just looking for the quickest

could get information from them. It wasn't guaranteed due to the other ability of the Cloud Race to retreat into their own minds and induce a coma, but he hoped

'Time will tell..."

as he

have been separated by at least a kilometer, and yet they might as

say a

end. Of the thousands of Cloud Race there had been, only a few dozen remained. There were simply no

blinked, looking from Leonel to James and back again. She sighed inwardly, stubborn,

was a bit naive, he likely believed that the worst thing that would have happened to Leonel back then was a period

was willing to use explosives against Leonel, even