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 that?

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

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 Dimension, or else their vocal cords would have given in

everything went well, I'm surprised. Was the

I have a feeling that they never took us seriously

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

there were bound to be a few that were more incompetent than the others. Comparatively speaking "Graros's"

that was only if one used the perspective

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

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, not how

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

looked toward Maia and her two 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 own minds and induce a coma, but he

'Time will tell..."

as

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 of

didn't say a single word and

end. Of the thousands of Cloud Race there had been, only a few dozen

looking from Leonel to James and back again. She

naive, he likely believed that the worst thing that would have happened to Leonel back then was a period of imprisonment. Leonel likely understood

use explosives against Leonel, even