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 be saying that?

James 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 an inch of his life, but James' mouth

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

well, I'm surprised. Was

us seriously to begin with and they

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 thoughts on how to best deal with the Human Domain. "Graros" had been one, those

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

been quite diligent and patient, but that was

to the special ability of the Cloud Race, Maia was able to "skip" large amounts of time. Effectively, it was like falling into a dream for long periods of time and finding yourself to have

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

this, then Maia wasn't actually patient and diligent at all. She

to the other ability of the Cloud Race to retreat into their own minds and induce a coma, but

'Time will tell..."

came to a pause as he

the distance, a young man with a blade wound through his shoulder stood in silence. They must have been separated by at

say a single word

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

looking from Leonel to James and back again. She sighed

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

willing to use explosives against Leonel, even at the expense of the lives of innocents, and