Dimensional Descent

If Leonel's greatest weakness was his small numbers, then Xavnik's greatest weakness was that he simply had too many subordinates.

There were too many factions, too many families, too many powers. Each one had their own thoughts, and though they had come together, this was under the assumption that Xavnik was their best choice and the best leader they had.

If they were suddenly given reason to not agree with this, then what would they do?

Leonel had obviously thought of the possibility that these subordinates were procured for Xavnik by the Three Finger Cult or the Demon Race, but would they all be? How could such a top-tier secret be kept by so many people? Leonel believed that it was likely the only people who were aware of this information amongst Xavnik's subordinates were those in the highest echelons.

The likelihood that those so high up in their families would be participating in this Heir War was next to zero. It had to be remembered that the age limit was 100 years old. It would be very rare for someone of that status to be trusted with such information.

Even if Leonel took a step back and believed that such people were within these walls and participating in this matter, how many of this 100 million number would there be? Maybe one for every million? Less than that? Would they even be able to control the situation if a rebellion occurred?

Of those that had died, there were brothers, there were sisters, there were parents, there were friends. Leonel really wanted to see what Xavnik would do now. He probably hadn't even informed them just yet that so many had recently died.

While death was an inevitable part of the Heir Wars, this sort of death wasn't the kind that those below would be able to accept. It only made the situation worse that Heirs usually had a way out, while subordinates could only accept their fate, dying when they came across something they couldn't defeat.

words had hardly fallen when the discomfort within Xavnik's army began

anything. He had simply spoken a few words and Xavnik fell head first into his trap, thinking himself to be bold and clever. Even now, he continued to smile, not in a single hurry to

army continued, reaching a pinnacle and certain sections began to peel

a Morales Heir? At the same time, Xavnik's survival was their only way out of this place without

walls, Simona's gaze flickered. She

and had even carved out a path for them to escape utilizing nothing but the materials around him. He had always been unfathomable to her, but this was the first time she was truly seeing

professional. He seemed to have completed his transformation in their most recent interaction. But now... he somehow felt far more natural, far more

rendered speechless. How could learning of such a thing

single word, he didn't try to plead for them to

and then retreat under the pretext of having been ambushed. Of course, Leonel would know that this was nonsense because he was allied with the Pyius family to begin with, but he wasn't important, it was instead the

family, and he was "retreating", the Omann family might try to take advantage of the situation. Like this, Leonel would likely be assaulted by the Suiard Alliance, and he would be able to catch the Omann family

his palm and he would

and chuckled. He hadn't been this enraged maybe

peeled away. When they made it into the distance without Xavnik reacting, they began to move

remained. Even so, a