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

take anything seriously. By this point, she actually felt sort of bad for

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

I'm surprised. Was the Cloud Race

that they never took us seriously to begin

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

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 weren't incompetent, they were just unlucky to have run

diligent and patient, but that

to "skip" large amounts of time. Effectively, it was like falling into a dream for long periods of time

only been a handful of months. She would judge the time based on how much of

actually patient and diligent at all. She was just looking for the quickest path to victory and she had suffered for it

sons. He 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

'Time will tell..."

thoughts came to a pause as he suddenly looked

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

say a single word

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

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

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 who legitimately wanted his

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