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're the one who should be

By this point, she

put on a pair of sweats. Their screams had been drowned out for a while, but now they

I'm surprised. Was the Cloud Race really

have a feeling that they never took us seriously to begin with and

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 own thoughts on how to best

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

but that was only if one used the perspective

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

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

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

of the Cloud Race to retreat

'Time will tell..."

as he

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 been right in

didn't say a single

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

blinked, looking from Leonel to James and

didn't believe that James 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

Leonel, even at the expense of