Dimensional Descent

Cross Elder Avan's mustache bristled under his hot breath. This situation wasn't one he liked in the slightest, he had already been suppressed by Leonel's words earlier, but watching his mother and father now, he felt like dealing with this kid was getting further and further away from him.

Seeing that his mother suddenly looked toward him, his brows couldn't help but furrow. He didn't take this woman's strength seriously, he stood atop the Human Domain in terms of strength, a status he shared with very, very few others.

Although she had sent those elders of the Omann family away, that matter wasn't as simple as it seemed. For one, it was a technique they hadn't been experienced with or ready to deal with. Plus, there was the factor of Velasco's gaze. They hadn't even dared to fight back.

But he wasn't so easy to deal with, nor did he feel like he had to give Velasco so much face. The Omann family wasn't very well known for their combat strength, but all Shield Cross Stars did was fight. He had walked through countless bloody battles and corpses to make it to his current stage of life. He wasn't the kind of existence that others could casually hope to deal with with a few glances and a beautiful face.

So, he stared back, his temper threatening to spiral out of control more and more with every passing moment. He didn't look like he had a single care in the world left. Even if the subordinates he had brought with him died, he simply couldn't be bothered to care.

But to his surprise, after giving him what looked to be a gaze of warning, Alienor looked away without another word. She fluttered in the starry skies, seemingly about to land on the Morales flagship.

"Hey, hey. How could my wife sit on such a dingy vessel?" Velasco snorted.

same level as Shield Cross Star's best flagships. In fact, it was actually a level better, they were a Force Crafting family, after all. There was no one in the Human Domain that could match up to their flagships. This sort of

a vessel more deserving of the ocean's waves than the starry skies. But even so, it was gorgeous and pleasing

touching the surface of the

minds. It was clear that this vessel was surfing on air, it was surfing on the bounds of reality itself. But

high one at that, it would take a large amount of it to cross through space. And to just "soak" in

in tune with the fabric of reality, being able to touch upon it whenever it wanted and gathering power from it. This was no different than the strength of a god, but Velasco had casually taken such a thing out for no other reason than to please

elders who had lived far longer than him placed on him was far too much. They thought that some legends were exaggerated,

for those who understood even a little bit about Force Crafting, they came to realize that maybe these stories weren't exaggerated enough. Just this boat alone was enough for Velasco to claim

leaned his back and closed his eyes. His glasses darkened and shaded his eyes

toward the glass cube with was full of fervor and love. It was clear to everyone without guessing

to calm down, but the last moments of Cynthia, the disrespect of the Omann