Dimensional Descent

Micarth no longer knew what to say. All of this preparation flew out the window and his experience, or lack thereof, was showing plainly. To make matters worse, his cough still hadn't disappeared and the more he tried to stop it, the worse it became. Every time he held the cough back, there would be a slight few seconds of silence before the fit began again. He was making his own situation worse and worse by not allowing it to see itself through to the end.

It was when the situation seemed unsalvageable and his face was as ripe as a tomato that a young man stepped forward.

This young man was handsome, almost too handsome, it reminded Leonel a lot of Wise Star Order in that regard. His hair was a flickering bluish grey that shone more like light than filaments of hair and his eyes were a dreamy sort of violet, not pale like Leonel's, but rather cool in hue and deep in resonance. It was easy to get lost in them, and it was only made more potent by the fact this violet faded to sky blue near the edges of his irises.

It was clear with a single look that this man was a Spiritual, or at least half of one. He was the representation of the Spirituals Religion, Ivan, a powerful Junior Ancestor himself and the backup plan in case Micarth fell flat on his face.

However, before Ivan could even speak, Leonel held up a hand, a law of sorts seemed to bind Ivan's mouth. He could still move freely, but even when he moved to clear his throat no sounds came out. It was as though he had been made a functional mute.

"Forgive me, but I'm still in the middle of grieving. If a Spiritual speaks in my presence right now... I can't promise I won't kill them," Leonel said lightly.

of cheeriness and carefreeness had vanished, and even without saying it in so many words, the position of

clearly a man that could hold up the skies, and yet the Spiritual Emperor had come to attack maybe their greatest hope... at least that was how the

even the Morales elders were beginning to fidget in their seats. The only ones who seemed emboldened and prideful were the two youths to Leonel's back. They were beaming, feeling intoxicated by the

messengers were so focused on Leonel and the two youths that had

was only becoming more and more tense. Leonel didn't seem like he had a plan, it looked as though he was just venting his frustration. But even if it made him feel good for now, what would

Suiard family, dressed in silver robes that radiated a

believe that the Spirituals Race is the only one that didn't take advantage of our situation to attack. It's a bit inappropriate to treat them like this, no? Also, the Spiritual Religion is quite misunderstood, they do not worship Spirituals, but rather their way of

if they did worship the race, I do not believe it is as big of an issue as the Patriarch makes it out to be. There are many Half Spirituals in our lands, but have you ever seen any Half Nomads? Or Half Dwarves? Or Half Rapax? The Spirituals are the one race that do not treat us as lessers, but rather as equals enough to be

do I claim to understand the thoughts of Ancestors. What I can say is that during the day of that battle, it wasn't any one person that killed Hero Velasco, but rather the workings of the Heaven

never shared with anyone, maybe other than you, his son. It is impossible to tell how he might have enraged the Heavens, but I hope that you can

it. Those words were finally spoken and everything

even more so than the Overlord had been when he first appeared before Leonel. He might not live for more than a few more