Dimensional Descent

2034 Where?

Aina stood in silence for a while, but to the surprise of many, her expression didn't change at all, nor did she erupt into a burst of ash. She didn't seem to have ingested any poison at all. Even if she was immune, she should have at least felt some pain, but she didn't react like that in the slightest.

There were certain Ability Indexes that could allow one to be immune to certain poisons, but everything had their limits. They couldn't fathom why it was that Aina would be so confident; even those immune to poison wouldn't necessarily go out of their way to consume it, let alone so much of it in a single sitting.

Of course, how could these people know that Aina was used to far more pain than this? As a child, she would probably be thankful if she could spend a day with this sort of pain. It wasn't until she consumed Leonel's Cleansing Waters for the first time that she reached a state where that pain instead became itchiness, which was far easier for her to handle.

Plus, Aina had the ability to subconsciously understand everything she was about to put into her body. If she looked at the poison once, she obviously knew the moment she touched it whether it was within her capabilities to handle or not.

After several moments, Aina nodded to herself lightly. "I need…"

She listed off quite a few things.

"Mm, at least these territories will be useful for something," Leonel said, looking toward the Water Lotus territory.

All of the previously planned Force Pills obviously had materials that were likewise previously prepared by Leonel. He wouldn't leave such things up to chance. However, this poison was obviously a curveball, and unlike metals, Leonel didn't have a large supply of Force Herbs.

However, the Water Lotus territory had them available for purchase. It was a function that he had ignored because it was of little use to him. After all, Aina was the only Force Pill Crafter of adequate skill that Leonel had by his side, and she was already swamped with work. While Force Herbs could have some effect on their own, those that would be worth it were far too expensive. Leonel was already beginning to feel the pinch of a lack of points currently, so he didn't want to waste the few he had.

That said, now, this was a matter of life and death. It wasn't just Auran, but his armies as well. If he wanted to face off against Xavnik, he needed a counter to this poison, if he didn't have one he might as well pack his bags now.

he could rely on his Innate Nodes, it wasn't good

Nodes first before he could get

over time. But the first problem with that is that draining Leonel is only an option you could take if you were confident in surviving until he was out of stamina. The second problem with that would be Orinik running out of

Orinik's body. Aina had to drain the entire rest of the contents to understand everything

observed Aina very carefully. He had every

another for Anastasia to grow in bulk, Leonel began to watch Aina. She didn't seem to mind; in fact, she felt an

thick reddish gold liquid came out. Just from the faint smell, Leonel knew that it was blood,

heard of such a method, but it was so impossibly rare that there wasn't currently even a single other person who could use such methods. In fact,

shift. They had vaguely seen already that her strength was abnormal, especially for a Sixth Dimensional existence, but they had still felt that Leonel was too reckless in taking her as his

thoughts seemed to fall to silence at this moment,

Leonel's first choice in partner,

no stem. In place of a stem, there were tendrils of golden roots, stretching out toward the Force Herbs

the floating, layered rose, faint bits of dust and ash

could be said that this was the most important step, in

the Force

spin, one after another, its layers collapsed and gained a more and more golden color. A rich fragrance

Sixth Dimensional existence had just refined Seventh Dimensional Force Herbs hit the spectators like a speeding meteor. They had been so distracted by everything else that they hadn't

rose collapsed and closed softly, leaving the form of

hand. The grace of their movement left one mesmerized, whether it was the gentle beauty of her long, slender fingers, or the elegance

the

the rose stopped spinning, its petals opening up one after another to reveal the floating mass of