Dimensional Descent

Leonel stepped onto the head starship, his focused trained and his gaze sharp. He didn't rush this time, nor did he hide his movements. This time, they would be cautious, they would be ready. Trying to sneak around would have the opposite effect, it would dull the momentum of his army and scatter them unnecessarily.

No. This time they would be bold, direct, vicious and swift.

The scouts that the various families had placed around the territory of the Morales noticed the movement instantly and made their reports one after another. The entire Human Domain seemed to be lit on fire.

Many had speculated about what the Morales would do, even some smart strategists thought that it would be best if they took their time, waiting for the Constellation families to "bleed out," so to speak. The closer the Morales came to those territories truly being theirs, the less chance the rest of the Human Domain would have in dealing with them.

At the same time, they were the most powerful within their own territory, especially now that they had formed their own constellation.

But how could they know? The news of the Morales victories had only just disseminated to the public, but to Leonel, it had been a foregone conclusion for weeks already, and in these weeks, he had done nothing but prepare.

All the while, the first target was already decided. The Suiard family would crumble today.

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standing at the peak of the Human Domain, unsurprisingly had a long and storied history. Their mastery over the sword had begun long before the Sword Domain Ring landed in their possession, but

been a collection of Buddhist Temples. The Suiard temple, the Sina temple, and the

practiced in the art of killing? And what of their secondary Lineage Factor? One that seemed steeped in the aura of demons and devils? What about

matter, of course. They were Buddhists who focused on the Art of Severing, to reach nirvana and escape suffering through severing all things that weighed down their lives, this was the way of the Suiard,

where they had begun. The God Path was

would understand why it was that they had abandoned the path of their own. Or maybe that history would

as annoying as you were," an old man

man whose grandson was still very much missing. Maybe he was well aware that Amery was still alive, but even so, this sort of nonchalantness wasn't what one

No amount of willpower would save Amery from the fate of having his thoughts and memories read like

genius, he was the future of their family, the hope that they had placed everything in. There wasn't any part of the Suiard family that he didn't have perfect information for, he even knew quite a great deal

point in trying to

Suiard reclined in his rocking chair in the tallest tower of the Suiard

pale violet, short cut hair. His demeanor was quite sharp, yet subdued. His gaze, though, seemed to hide the tip of a