Dimensional Descent

2036 Toying

Leonel's words sounded like a joke, but he was actually quite serious. He didn't believe anyone should be ahead of Aina, and that probably had little to do with how she actually looked. If he had seen a physical manifestation of the Queen Beauty list without Aina's name on it, he would have destroyed it on sight.

Luckily for the list and its voters, though, Leonel had never actually stumbled upon it. As such, they got away with a light scolding instead.

Despite this matter already being considered to be over, the rippling waves that it caused didn't seem intent on settling down anytime soon. But even beyond the existence of Aina herself, the Morales family and their speculation about Auran was a different matter entirely.

After Auran had regained his bearing, sitting up, and eventually standing up under his own power, he found that everyone was around him, their gazes questioning much of what they had seen. Leonel's voice was quite clear when he mentioned Third Nova. If both Orinik, a supposed subordinate of Xavnik, had this poison, and Auran had also fought a mysterious existence that poisoned him with the same thing, it was clear how these two things might be connected.

Although it was just a casual word on Leonel's part, even the Ancestors of the Morales hadn't realized that they had begun to subconsciously believe in even these casual words. Leonel himself had begun to hold a weight that he hadn't in the past, and the cascading effects of that matter were only growing more obvious by the day.

Auran, though, still didn't seem to have any intention in exposing anything. With a smile, he only said that it wasn't Xavnik's fault, after all, they were in battle. Considering his state of weakness, had Xavnik wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.

The Morales Ancestors seemed to accept this explanation as well. After all, Auran couldn't even move, and there weren't exactly rules against using poison in the Heir Wars, and it also wasn't like others hadn't had near-death experiences in the past as well.

Plus, Xavnik didn't have the same abilities Leonel had to communicate through the barriers and send things, so it made sense that he didn't send any antidote; he didn't have the capability in the first place. So with that, things seemed to have been concluded.

It was only Kira who stood in silence with a furrowed brow, her face still very much hidden behind a mask that only revealed the slits of her eyes. She knew that this failure weighed a lot heavier than Auran had led on. They had been preparing for this matter for a long while, and since this approach had failed, it meant that they would need to take the measures that Auran hadn't wanted to now.

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While this matter was settling, the lives of Orinik and Rychard had seemingly been forgotten. With the distraction that Aina had provided, everyone was too enamored to realize that the flagships of the Eamon family and Viola family had a striking lack of their Patriarchs despite the fact they had been ejected long before Aina had sent out the Force Pill.

hard. It felt like every time they tried to fill their lungs with air, a weight would be pressing down on their chest, slowing down their attempt. It made it exceptionally difficult for them to catch their breaths, and even

left them unsettled, and their eyes continuously darted around as though they couldn't even

and gazed upon them one after another. But what made their eyes widen was the

horns that were almost impossible to pick out in the darkness. If not for the redness of the skin causing them to spot the abnormality, they

most shocked. That was because while Rychard and Montero only felt fear, Orinik felt not only fear but an understanding toward the kind of "creature" that was before him. There was no doubt in his mind, this was

for his peace or sanity. The hole in his stomach from where Leonel had ripped out his poison sack began

Seventh Dimensional existence, that sort of wound, especially since he hadn't lost any vital organs, shouldn't have left him so vulnerable. He could last for a long while even if it was never treated, weeks or months even. Even if he had to continue to battle,

state of agitation, he seemed to be making the

as though he wasn't a chess piece on just a single board, but many of them, and it was suffocating him down to his

and then waved a hand. An arm of darkness manifested and slapped Orinik across the face, snapping him out

was many things, but weak-minded wasn't one of them. It was just that the current situation was a lot for him to bear given his past. After he had been shocked awake like this, he began to force himself to calm down, however even after a long while, the trembling of his hands gave himself

to Mordred's back crossed his four arms over his chest, feeling a bit annoyed

you recognize this big one,

could I

True Blooded Demon? Why don't you

"…"

had no choice

were an odd race. If they were to be described, they would be a lot like how many legends of Earth described Dragons to be. They were exceptionally promiscuous, they spread their seed everywhere, and the number of variations of their kind depending

each one seemed to

were to be said to have one ability, it was that they could mesh well with most gene pools and the mutations that resulted from

Both didn't have a set path or direction. It could even be said that they were two sides

Demons were better off because of one class