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.

one who should

By this point, she actually felt sort of bad for Elorin, the latter was beaten to practically

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

well, I'm surprised. Was the Cloud Race

took us seriously to begin with and they

holistic and well-coordinated. They had many different factions, each with their own thoughts on how to best deal with the Human Domain. "Graros" had been one, those that had

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

diligent and patient, but that was only

of the Cloud Race, Maia was able to "skip" large amounts of time. Effectively, it was like falling into a dream

had passed, but to Maia, it may very well have only been a handful of months. She would judge the time based on how much of it she had personally experienced,

Maia wasn't actually patient and diligent at all. She was just looking for the quickest

wondered if he 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 that

'Time will tell..."

to a pause as he

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

say a single

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

looking from Leonel to James and back again. She

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,

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 was caught. That was a dangerous amount