Dimensional Descent

"Are you sure?" The voice asked. "I doubt that everyone in your family has perished. They will be swept up in this matter as well, especially those of the junior generation. I can allow you some time to return and handle what you must."

"No," Cynthia said, quite curtly.

She couldn't return, there would be no point. So long as Leonel had the support of the Morales territory, she would be sending herself to death.

With the experts of the various territories mostly dead, there was nothing that could be done to change the situation, and she wasn't yet strong enough to cover the skies with a hand. On top of that, the smaller the population of experts, the faster the territories that Leonel had conquered would be assimilated.

Just in this brief conversation, several months would have passed. If she took the time to send herself in, it might even be years. By that point, Leonel would be even stronger than he was now and he might have already conquered the entire Incomplete World.

If that happened, she wouldn't just be sending herself to death, she was sending herself in to be absolutely humiliated.

She had already experienced that once, she would not experience it again.

"Your family will be unlikely to be treated well," the voice continued, trying just one last time.

In truth, they felt quite bad. Not long ago, they had told Cynthia that just a single person couldn't overturn things in an Incomplete World, especially not after making an enemy out of everyone, but the situation flipped on its head seconds later.

They would prefer if Cynthia had warm and good emotions about them instead of potentially holding a grudge. But after Cynthia spoke again... she could only let the matter go.

"Those that I bring here won't be able to survive. They'll live out terrible existences and always be under the thumb of another. I, myself, am not powerful enough to shield them, in fact, I might be the reason they were instead targeted.

coming trial should come. The rest of them... I would have preferred if they could have stayed in the

swift death is the best

mere moments, but she had already

suppression in this world was greater than even the Void Battlefield. Anyone just born in this environment would

to defeat those that lived in the outskirts in tribes and small clans. Any one of those people, if placed in the

were cruel, but they

suddenly said when the voice thought she was finished. "This should be the Cataclysm Zone that the youths of my

still standing within the Godlen garden. From time to time, he would mumble something unintelligible beneath his

time to go," Matriarch Pyius' voice drifted

we really going to go, just like

"How old are you?"

"Fuck you."

sort of insubordination.

that I'm your elder

grandfather instead, but you act like you're

what I get for volunteering to come to this

would waste our efforts like this. Come, there's no time to lose. Not every plan can go perfectly, and it's

child. After all, without us, even if he does defy all odds

and the Cult have lost quite heavily at his hands. They won't let him survive