Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't move; he only continued to look at Seltin. His expression didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, but the frigid aura emitting from him was palpable.

At that moment, Radlis and Patriarch Silam both appeared. Radlis had long since returned to the Umbra family, and the latter felt quite helpless. Silam was nothing more than a figurehead; he was only in the Sixth Dimension, and he wasn't in a position to truly lead the Umbra family. But Leonel's strength was something that was deeply imprinted into him.

Although he couldn't use his full strength at the same, Leonel, a boy at merely the Fifth Dimension, and not even the peak of it but rather only at Tier 1, fought several Patriarchs all on his own, killing most of them and forcing the rest to heel.

There was an imprint of Leonel deep within his heart, an imprint that Seltin clearly didn't share despite having been present for Leonel breaking through two Tiers of the Sixth Dimension in a single bound.

The Umbra family had been on the sideline for too long. If Silam had to be honest with himself, although their stated goal was to gather their strength and eventually eliminate the Three Finger Cult, the reality was that they weren't doggedly pursuing this goal every waking minute.

They had grown complacent, and now that the Three Finger Cult had been dealt such a devastating blow even without them lifting a finger, they were even more so. Many had changed their goals. They felt that they could finally appear in the outside world once more, competing for hegemony in the Human Domain and even the wider Dimensional Verse.

As for the Bronze Tablet, they had never had any intention of returning. Their Ancestors were part of the founding of the Three Finger Cult, and though they had to escape, if there were any remnants of the Cult, then it was rightfully their own.

Of course, they didn't know that this Bronze Tablet wasn't from their Cult at all. Rather, it was a reward that Leonel had taken for himself from the Cataclysm Zone. It had nothing to do with them outside of the fact it happened to complete the same function.

be bothered to, would

said lightly. Seltin frowned,

realizing what Leonel was doing, the humiliation and pride within her chest

suddenly

roared out, but

was so furious and fast that Leonel's knuckles and wrist were entirely untouched by flesh and blood, a hole around his arm

what had just happened. She was dead? That was impossible, there was still so much

she fell back, crashing

couldn't believe what was happening, there was still room for discussion, why did he attack without saying anything. That was his aunt, a woman that had doted on him since he was a child. Although they weren't that close, he still saw Leonel as somewhat of a friend, just that they were unfortunate enough to separate before their

all. He stepped over Seltin's corpse as though it was worthless, moving slowly into the Umbra family's territory. His Internal Sight flourished, and he locked onto a certain location. There simply wasn't anything in the

into silence. But when they finally processed what had happened, their eyes turned red