Dimensional Descent

In a deep crevice of the shattered Void Battlefield, a man laid beaten and broken. He continuously coughed up blood, but he found it very difficult even to move a single inch, let alone escape from this place.

He had fallen into a fold of reality, albeit on purpose. He knew that his only chance at surviving was to do this.

The regions between Domains were quite volatile, and with the destruction of the Void Battlefield, the only real stabilizing force, it became even worse.

These so-called folds of reality weren't just pockets of space, or else there was exactly zero chance that Leonel would have missed a chance to kill this man. That was because this man was none other than the Emperor of the Spirituals Race, Ridryn.

It had to be remembered that folds of reality were the substance used to protect lower level worlds, and they were also what were used to keep Third Dimensional and yet to mature worlds away from the devastation of the wider Dimensional Verse.

In doing so, the Dimensional Verse was able to keep things organized and separated, and the Regulator was able to maintain its control.

This wasn't a normal fold of reality, it was one found in the Void Battlefield. It was stronger than most and it was highly layered. Ridryn had allowed himself to fall through three, nestled within one another. Maybe if Leonel had been specifically looking for him, he would have found him. But Leonel's opinion of his father was far too high, in his mind, Ridryn could only be dead.

Of course, Leonel had been thinking too much. Velasco had been heavily injured and he had also only attacked with a single palm strike. In addition, Ridryn was most proficient in defense as he was a Metal Type Spiritual. If Velasco had used his spear, there would have only been one result, but he had to use it on the puppet of the Silver Emperor at the time.

Ridryn shook his head. He knew he stood no chance to get out on his own, and this kind of injury wasn't something that he could deal with easily.

resources, but he was an Emperor. Even if he didn't want to waste the resources,

that palm strike had not only heavily injured him, it had likewise heavily injured his soul, while simultaneously binding him to

impossible to tell the length of time while stuck in a fold of reality, but eventually a Spiritual did come. When he saw who it was, he

protected by a mysterious flickering chain around his neck. His expression changed when he saw the state of his father, but he didn't say much

would have recognized this young man with incredible ease. It was none other than the very

be shocked. He hadn't expected that his father could ever end up in such

"Let's return, Rhangyl."

to be alright,

"Yes, I just need-"

Ridryn froze.

looked down at his chest, only to find that an arm had gone through it. He

he asked to come back, he trusted everyone in his race, his position had always been unshakeable. Although it was a bit weird that his son would come of all people, he didn't think twice about it,

all the outcomes, he

father," Rhangyl said lightly. "I can see through your state with a glance. Your soul has been fused to your body, you'll be a cripple for the rest

consciousness began to quickly fade. "... didn't try to

collapses, dead. He only wanted to tell his son that he hadn't tried to lie to him, he had just wanted to continue his front as a powerful father, unflappable and unmovable. But he didn't know that that image