Dimensional Descent

A sudden silence fell.

Velasco hadn't appeared personally for any major event in too long, and even when he did, it was only a clone of his. But the Ancestors here were all too certain that this was the real Velasco, whether it was the aura, the casual dominance and that sort of unapproachable smile that felt far more manufactured than real, each part was as real as it got.

This very Velasco they could hardly take their eyes off of stood behind a woman as though he was content to let her lead. It was truly a woman with beauty beyond words, but it was also a beauty they knew far too little about.

From their understanding, Velasco had always been a playboy, the number of women that had been ruined by him were far too many to count. He simply wasn't the type of man who would fall head over heels the moment he saw a beauty, and while Alienor was objectively a woman of great looks, it wasn't to the point where there were no others who could be said to be in the same league as her.

The Human Domain had trillions upon trillions of people. Among them, there were hundreds of women with beauty that could take one's breath away, it was the reason the Queen Beauty rankings had been made in the first place.

So the question was, why her?

It was a question that had been in the back of their minds for the longest time, but no matter how they looked at it, the gap between Velasco and Alienor was enormous. Was it truly just a matter of Velasco taking a fancy to the type of person she was?

a man who cared for little other than himself. Even when his father died and he went on a rampage, many had painted such a foul image of Velasco in their mind that rumors that he had been more pissed off by someone close to him

matter was only exaggerated, but it went to show

blueprints that could change the very fate of the Human Domain, or at least the

the greatest talent in the history of the Morales and could have led them to new heights, but he disdained being a leader of people so much that

brother was strained precisely because he never gave their father his due respect. He shunned the way of the spear that Ishmael had painstakingly created, he didn't care to use the Spear Domain ring, he seemed to constantly be going out of his way

was the level of arrogance this man had, an arrogance that wasn't swayed by beauty in the slightest. Even when Cynthia Omann waited for him silently in a wedding dress, prepared to spend the rest of her life with him, he hadn't said a word and simply never appeared. He

figure with a fawning expression, so sweet that it could make a single man puke and a single woman twist her face with unhappiness. He was truly whipped to the greatest of degrees, and it didn't seem to compute

faded as she stood in the skies, her green robes fluttering. Looking into her eyes, one could feel

Palace that were vaguely familiar with this woman couldn't quite understand this change. Alienor had spent decades in the Void Palace, so why was it that she wasn't more famous than this? Why was

spent in the Void Palace, the vast majority of them were spent with more than 99% of her talent sealed. With Earth having yet to complete its Metamorphosis, and her World Spirit still in a deep slumber, she was incredibly limited. The only

the fact she made it to the status of a Sector Ranked disciple while so suppressed was an