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.

palm struck out a moment later, meeting in the surging Force in a surprisingly silent clash. With her other hand, she pressed

the quickly moving rings surging toward

move forward at all, but what happened next was even more shocking than

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

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

had such a horrible and sudden ending. They were all forged with Eighth Dimensional materials, and were forged to the standard of the

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

already too late to try and figure out what would

she used to defend cracked beneath the pressure. Looking into the eyes of the roaring emerald dragon looming over her, she felt her heart shake, her coldness cracking

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

drenching her once pristine robes. Seeing this scene, many who had thought that she

were quick to

ears, putting a stranglehold on their thoughts. He was truly a madman, if they stepped out of line, he really

reached out a hand and the dragon in the distance rushed back toward her, shrinking until it formed an elegant 11-inch emerald wand with a dragon wrapped around