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.

you sure you're the one who should be saying

two of them really couldn't take anything seriously. By this point, she

stopped teasing Aina, looking toward the four pillars of Black Wood after he put on a pair of sweats. Their screams had been drowned out for a while, but now they were front and center once again. They were unfortunately in the Sixth

seems that everything went well, I'm surprised. Was the Cloud Race really this

never took us seriously to begin

Domain weren't necessarily holistic and well-coordinated. They had many different factions, each with their own thoughts on how to best deal with

than the others. Comparatively speaking "Graros's" efforts and "Captain Wimword's" efforts weren't incompetent, they

patient, but that was only if one used the perspective

it was like falling into a dream for long periods of time and finding yourself to have woken up a year

Maia, it may very well have only been a handful of months. She would judge the time based on how much

at all. She was just looking

It wasn't guaranteed due to the other ability of the Cloud Race to retreat into their own minds and induce a coma, but

'Time will tell..."

a pause as he suddenly looked

blade wound through his shoulder stood in silence. They must have been separated by at least a kilometer,

two didn't say a single

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

James and back again.

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 have never made any plans that required trusting someone

James had done was wrong, and more than a little stupid. He had seen that the Royal Blue Fort was willing to use explosives against Leonel, even at the expense of the lives of innocents, and yet he still thought that Leonel would live if he