Dimensional Descent

The Matriarch's husband stepped out into the air, facing the monster in the skies. His hands were clasped behind his back without even the slightest intent on defending himself. Was there a point? His death was inevitable.

No one could ever tell what the trigger of a Timeless Event was. It was also impossible to tell just how many people would be allowed to die, or how many you could save before the backlash of the Timeless Event made the event far worse.

Many had tried to fight against Timeless Events before. The strongest of them sent armies of entire worlds at these Timeless Events, losing an uncountable number of experts all in a vain attempt. What was clear through all of these attempts was one thing...

It was hopeless.

The more you fought against a Timeless Event, the worse it became, the more bloody, the more violent. The best way to deal with a Timeless Event was to slow it down and minimize risk, hopefully finding out what the center point of it all was and allowing just that event alone to happen.

While doing this wouldn't change the fact the Northern Star would most definitely come closer, it would still help those related to the event feel somewhat better.

Rarely, though, did a Timeless Event necessitate the death of just a small number of people. Usually it required at least several hundred, each one changing the course of history in their own way and causing a tsunami tide of changes in the far-off future.

Even rarer was it that a Timeless Event necessitated the death of just a single individual... but this was exactly such an event. And this single individual who had to die was none other than the Matriarch's husband or more accurately...

Wise Star Order.

He didn't go by any other name, or maybe he had just lived for so long that he had forgotten what his original name was. He might have asked these people what his name had been the first few times he was revived at the whims of that terrible disciple of his, but he couldn't be bothered to any longer. He no longer had the patience for it.

very wise, and very handsome at that, though that had nothing to do with his name.

But this time, he had a wide smile on his face. That disciple of his had finally gotten his act

beautiful day

on this day all those years ago... or actually, today-yes, indeed,

death for him was just the

hoarded away and saved. But

the whole of Existence out there, Savants were defects, poor imitations of the real

his hands and laughed toward the skies as

like children, I'll

BANG!

for a small moment on the other side before it burst into a rain of blood, leaving behind nothing

His Ethereal Glabella.

that bastard never lets me

speeding bullet through the endless depths of space. It wouldn't be until a long while later he finally came to a stop

bastardization of a concept that existed in wider Existence. It could even be said that it was only half of the puzzle, the existence of Savants being the

only one problem. In order to touch onto all of

to

the body could only stimulate its greatest potential when it had been pushed over its limits, others said that this was simply a reflection of the ultimate Force Manipulation, a state where you were able to reach enlightenment of the complete opposite of your path... What could be the opposite