Dimensional Descent

The surroundings seemed to explode with gold dust particles. As though a child had gone too crazy with their arts and crafts project, the depths of space was dyed with a sparkling tapestry. It was a gorgeous sight, unless you were a Half Spiritual, in which case it was probably the most devastating conclusion.

The fate of other races in the Human Domain wasn't always horrible, but it wasn't necessarily great either. And despite the words of Locke of the Suiard family, those Spirituals that impregnated humans didn't usually care for their families very much.

Though the term Half Spiritual was used, the reality was that most of those that were left behind in the Human Domain weren't even a quarter Spiritual. However, they managed to hold onto most of the power and were quite talented anyway, displaying the kind of strength Spiritual bloodlines had, though, Leonel had another guess for this.

In his opinion, there was probably some strong staying power in terms of the gene of the Spirituals that allowed the soul to be born separate from the body. As a result, even when the lineage had long diverged from the original Spiritual that had birthed it, the Spirituals, or rather Half Spirituals, born later still gained almost the same benefits as the original Half Spiritual in their line.

This, however, wasn't what was important now.

To form a power, especially one this strong, while having strong ties to another race was a very daunting task. To stand where they stood today, the Half Spirituals of the Human Domain had faced all sorts of adversity and their current strength didn't paint an accurate picture of where they had come from.

This was the reality of most other races that were a minority in the Domain they lived in, the Spirituals Religion just happened to be a success story in what was likely a sea of failures.

This was all to say that the Force Art that protected these lands was more important to the Spirituals than just the strength it provided. It was security, it was autonomy, it represented to them the hope to make their own choices and lead their own lives.

And now it was gone.

...

family at all. For all she knew, someone here was her parent, not that it mattered much. The only family she cared for now was Aina and her

felt like years, still not knowing what had happened to her sister. Her step father was just as absent. And now that big brute was off

than anything else. The fate of the

cruel, isn't it, what he's doing

a hidden sharpness within him, and had been hesitant about her sister falling for him as a result,

she was quite sensitive to such things. As good as Leonel was at reading people, she was quite good as well, and her Soul Force affinity

Leonel's back in the far-off distance, he just felt like a shroud of evil, wrapped in the cloak of

"Wrath. Greed. Pride."

were hyper

out

she had treated him a little coolly almost a decade ago now, he never allowed her into the spotlight, never allowed her to help protect the

brute told her that Leonel only made use of people he trusted, and that being used by him was actually a sign of respect

for too long. Since when was being used a sign of respect? Since when was it a