Dimensional Descent

Leonel landed, the raging Force Eruption spewing like a geyser before him.

"Go," he said lightly.

Little Tolly rushed forward greedily.

Leonel had never forgotten the innate instinct of Little Tolly, and that was of course to consume, and consume, and then to consume some more. If the little one's food intake wasn't regulated, it was quite easy for it to go on a complete rampage. So, when he saw how excited Little Tolly was, he wasn't surprised at all. It seemed that the little Metal Spirit was happy that it could finally release.

Leonel didn't say or do much. He had already prepared everything long in advance, and Little Tolly had been ready for this evolution for even longer than that. It had to be remembered that Tolliver had waited for Leonel for over 20 years; it could be said that they were overprepared.

Better than that, the Morales seemed to have set up some sort of barrier to stop outsiders from interfering with this region, or maybe more importantly than that, beasts. As such, all he really had to do was stand here, but that sort of leisure could only last for so long.

Soon enough, the auras that he had sensed previously quickly closed in. But in a comical scene, the three that had appeared were stuck out of the barrier that the Morales had erected. All three had thought that Leonel would be stuck outside as well, but who would have thought that he would be just fine?

the bronzed, and somewhat rustic and brushed armor. This armor also seemed to carry some rust on it, but it was impossible

warriors. Despite the fact they felt somewhat humiliated by

bronze eyes. Even when they married out, the genes of the Morales were so strong that this would always be the case. Unless, of course, they married into a bloodline of equal standing, but this had never happened in the history

with Suiard family members, or even other Races, never experienced anything different. This was such a hard rule that many had just become used to it, and their

frowned. That hair

even seem to be a color alone at all, it was rather like a negative light. It appeared white in some light, an extremely pale pink in others, and a fierce violet in others. It moved in the wind as though it had no weight to it, and

more so the longer one looked at it. But it was

Their Patriarch, Leonel Morales, that man's son, didn't he have the same

right from the mouths of the Ancestors. But, for them as Divine Guards to learn of this

but he still hadn't appeared. That was all the rumor said, but if it was

of the Morales was in the hands of the Council of Ancestors. Plus, Leonel had yet to have