Dimensional Descent

Leonel sent a glance toward the planets below, his breathing labored. Not far from him, Maxx and Tracilia were still trying to gather themselves.

Tracilia wasn't a threat. As a Half Spiritual, after losing her body, while she could survive, she was far weaker. He could probably defeat her on his own even without relying on a formation or his soul constructs.

Maxx was in a state of great weakness right now. He was nigh incapacitated and only barely managed to hold onto his consciousness. He wasn't a threat, at least not on his own. He could still launch an attack if it came to, but Leonel still held back from trying to deal him a final blow. This old man was definitely not simple. Even if you pressed a normal animal into a corner, they could lash out, let alone an ancient beast.

Leonel took a breath, trying to catch his breath, but he realized that he was practically hyperventilating. He was breathing so heavily based on a reflex, not because he needed to. That much was proved by the fact his breath was actually so controlled rather than causing waves of hurricane force winds like it usually did.

The fatigue was soul deep, it was a depletion of his Dream Force and a fatigue of his mind, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was nothing like a bodily fatigue might be, no amount of breathing hard would help him.

With a thought, his three Dream Stars took shape and began to rotate with a fierce momentum.

Leonel suddenly gasped and it felt as though he finally caught his breath. His gaze sharpened as he felt the difference and his plan changed.

He had forgotten. The manifestation of his Stars wasn't just a method to accumulate Dream Force quickly, nor was it just a representation of his Universal Cycles. It was the manifestation of his path, the path of Dimensional Cleanse.

In an instant, he found that he could travel much further in the Dream Plane, and every action he took stripped away a lesser amount of his Dream Force.

He sent out more commands, and suggestions that were more precise. The efficiency of his control over the Morales army skyrocketed even as the Overlord of the Spirituals, the woman he assumed to be Poppy, rushed out from her hiding spot.

wave of orders as he snapped his attention toward the coming

temper that rivaled that of a bubbling volcano. Her hair was a shortcut blaze of red, her eyes just as piercing red. Leonel would have thought her to be a Brazinger if he didn't

the moment, ten shadows

done?" Leonel

tossed an

Tracilia practically formed tangible phantoms. That orb... it was definitely the communication device that Leonel had just taken from Tracilia, but these ten hadn't been by Leonel's side

Maxx's gaze turned solemn.

his hands on the communication device, before he had even seen Tracilia

her heart trembled. Her gaze turned to her fellow brothers and sisters in the distance. Every moment, another one of them fell, and they weren't lucky enough to maintain their souls like she had. The Morales directly targeted their weaknesses. Somehow, many of them had gained the ability

said. "With the orb, the location was as easy as

the ten on a simple mission. Their goal was to find the entrance of the Spirituals Religion

receiver would give off fluctuations. If the communication device was modified under a Crafter as skilled

to send them for just this. If it was

were two things he

What better way

noticed the problem going on outside and had no choice but to rush here. While she

soon afterward. It was just a ring, but within, there was a shattered core the size

with them, or else putting such a thing into a spatial