Dimensional Descent

Alienor walked forward with light steps. One would have never thought that she had stepped onto the Omann family's flagship.

The Omann were among the most powerful families of the Human Domain, in terms of influence they might very well be number one, and yet none of that seemed to matter in the slightest.

The green Force around Alienor suddenly solidified. A snaking dragon with jade horns opened its jaws and roared, the shuddering echo ripping the flagship to pieces as she continued to walk forward.

A shocking realization seemed to have entered all of their hearts at once. Did she destroy the ship so that she didn't have to change the direction of her steps?

This understanding caused their hearts to quake. It was the sort of indifferent and casual power that existed on a plane all to its own.

BANG! A streak came over from the distance. As far back as Cynthia was thrown, she seemed to have recovered just as quickly, returning with a countless number of rings hovering around her. Each exuded the power of a Life Grade treasure, reflecting a silvery hue that sparkled like the stars in the distance.

The rings rippled, a sharp echo of what felt like Blade Force and yet was simultaneously entirely different forming. The coldness on Cynthia's expression was all pervading, the indifference vanishing in the place of a smoldering hatred.

Without a word, Cynthia's palms struck forward. Space cracked and her rings rushed forward, each carrying the sharpness of an ancient, tempered blade.

though, remained just the same. Her palm struck out a moment later, meeting in the surging Force in a surprisingly silent clash. With her other hand, she pressed out her forefinger

intercepted the quickly moving rings surging toward her without

shocking than that. They began to corrode one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into a pile of rust and ashes. Only then did the bubble

roar echoing against and again. The pressure it exuded only continued to increase until Alienor suddenly struck out with

toward the stunned Cynthia. She hurried to defend, blocking her front with the rings she had

just couldn't believe that her self-created weapons had had such a horrible and sudden ending. They were all forged with Eighth Dimensional materials, and were forged to the standard of the Life Grade. In addition, they had a symbiotic characteristic that came with them being in a set. As such, they could work independently, and also

difficult as destroying the whole set. But somehow, the moment they entered Alienor's bubble, their connection to the outside world had entirely vanished, and yet Cynthia hadn't sensed any sort of powerful Spatial Force coming from Alienor

was already too late to try and figure

rings she used to defend cracked beneath the pressure. Looking into the

eyes... They didn't look fake in the slightest. It was as though the real

her once pristine robes. Seeing this scene, many who had thought that she would be able to

those that remained within the flagship were quick to check on the situation, but just as they wanted

warning into their ears, putting a stranglehold on their thoughts. He

light and unhurried. She reached out a hand and the dragon in the distance rushed back toward her, shrinking until