Dimensional Descent

The fallout of the battle rocked the Human Domain. The slaughter of both the Spirituals Religion and the Suiards was akin to watching the fall of titans from their mountain. These two powers had always been seen to be on par with the Morales, and yet the Morales alone, after taking out twelve constellation families just weeks ago, followed through with a campaign that brought these two to their knees... And it was all led by Leonel Morales.

It felt like a curtain of silence had fallen over the Human Domain. It was inescapable. Many felt that such infighting, when they had only just survived the invasion of several Domains just months earlier, was inadvisable. If there was a scale of public perception, it had easily begun to swing from fear of the Morales, to a lambasting for their actions.

How could the public know of the intricate details of the events that had occurred? And even if they had an actual chance at knowing, would that mysterious figure, hidden in the background, and spurring on those very same flames of hatred, let it go so easily?

This was exactly what they wanted. To paint the Morales as savages, as demons that didn't understand the true weight of the situation, and there was no better mascot for their displaced fury than Velasco and his son after him.

Rumors of Velasco toying with the taboo and thus bringing down the rage of the Gods spread like wildfire. Watching as his son now led armies to take down families that had lived for countless generations only seemed to bolster these thoughts further. How could a child like Leonel possibly bring down these families if there wasn't something nefarious at play? Many even began to believe that if they really allowed the Morales to take control of the Human Domain, and thus left Leonel to be their de facto leader, rather than the Gods coming down to smite Velasco on his own, it might even be the whole Domain that was wiped from existence.

The moment this sort of paranoia grew legs, it soon grew wings and soared through the skies. It passed through countless ears and affected countless hearts, and it only grew worse as the details of the past events began to be spread in earnest.

First came news of just how thorough the destruction of the Spirituals Religion was.

The Spirituals Religion had quite a positive public perception in the eyes of many. They never led crusades like the other religions, and humans always had a sort of innate awe of the Spirituals. In addition, such a group of beautiful men and women, how could they possibly be hated? If it wasn't for the fact they only accepted Half Spirituals into their ranks, the largest religion in the Human Domain might actually be them.

territory of the Spirituals Religion was just a single solar system unlike the Suiards that controlled many Sectors filled with many more galaxies, and so every act was akin

families and organizations did. As such, Leonel had gone to each and every one of their planets, waging a bloody, one-sided war until he forced them all to their knees. And it was precisely this picture that the Human

compared to what happened to

even the willingness to raise their heads high had been

battle, he was forced to watch as his Suiard family was crushed and split to pieces. The fervor of the Morales, as though unleashing a wave of countless years of animosity and hatred,

of the Suiards were razed to the

their greatest hope, faced off against Leonel in battle once again. Legends of their battles had spread like wildfire, and many believed that another legend would be painted on this day so long as Leonel didn't

There was no suspense. He didn't even

now many remembered... the last so-called legendary battle between these two had taken place when one was in the Sixth

were never on the

up and thrown into the dungeons of

as well have burned

dies, I will kill two Suiards." He had said those

of the Suiards, truly had to watch as his home was burned to

of the Suiards, or... it might very well have been that mysterious figure that

none of it