Dimensional Descent

"These humans are actually so worthless. What was all this preparation for," A Nomad young man yawned.

This young man mumbled to himself, watching the carnage without much care. He leaned back on his own floating hands, reclining in the skies without a care. He was well known among his race, but this went without saying since he was chosen to lead his own legion. He was Prince Gregwyn, and was quite known for his laziness. He was probably the only Nomad who would use his extra hands in such a way.

The Nomad Race's standout feature was, of course, their three pairs of hands, two of which were attached by their wrists to their arms, and the remaining four of which floated around their bodies as though they had minds of their own. Then there was, of course, the gems on their foreheads, a protrusion of their Ethereal Glabellas.

Gregwyn looked off to the side. Two of his floating hands acted as his seat and the remaining two acted as his backrest. He looked quite comfortable, and yet he seemed to want more from the occasion.

Did he feel bad about attacking the humans like this? Of course not. He only lamented that they weren't strong enough.

The humans weren't unique in this matter. Every Domain that formed an Eighth Dimensional world like this would be invaded. Well... aside from the Spirituals.

That said, the humans were unlucky in the fact that so many were attacking them at once. Back when their Nomad Race had experienced this, only the Beat Domain had invaded. The only race that had experienced a similar level of pressure was the Dwarven Race, and right now the Dwarven Race had ironically sent the most experts.

Dwarven Race still held a grudge from being kicked out of the

that the Dwarven Race were full of archery experts that were especially lethal in this density of Anarchic Force. Anyone who could expel their Force over large distances was a huge asset in this Void Battlefield, and the Dwarven Race happened

another day before the second line is breached and then just the third line would be left. By then, the entire Human Domain will be open to us and the war will basically be over. It would be impossible for them to defend more from entering from the Void Battlefield, and

but now they won't have such scruples. Their defensive measures have grown too tough for others to continue to attack them now. It seems that

Gregwyn laughed uproariously.

sister stood in the air, the wings flapping. Their gazes were surprisingly cold despite their

the number of arrows that were flying. The humans couldn't even get close before they were mowed down. It was a truly devastating sight. The humans could only form barricades to try and defend from the volleys, but with

were likewise nobility of their race. This could be seen by the fact that they looked more like short humans as opposed to dwarves in the eyes of most. The Princess, Ularora, and the Prince

had first run into when he returned from the Cataclysm Zone. And, as expected, it was none other than Rowan. This was the very

had surprisingly not participated in the Heir Wars and had remained with the Void Palace. He hadn't told anyone why, but if he had said it, no

in it. It was, of course, due to his special Ability Index that he was so certain. And he had felt that he was quite smart while watching the

Rowan got an order that

Retreat? What?

to but the first line, but the so-called first line was just the Void Palace itself. It was incredibly difficult to defend because the Palace was only meant to be used as a life support. As difficult as it was to attack, it would simultaneously be