Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chappy thanks to Mr. Ham <3 (5/6)]

"Nice of you to join us."

These words seemed to carry a great weight of pettiness with them. If not for the fact Miel had said something, they would have ignored Cidra's appearance completely. It was clear that there were quite a number that were unhappy with this woman.

Still, this unhappiness didn't spill over into anything more toxic than this pettiness.

Without saying another word, Cidra took a seat by Miel and continued to listen to the arguments about nothing.

Eamon's words had stirred something in her, which caused her to come in the first place. But she knew that the reality was that there would be nothing of importance discussed here, just the same, circle-jerking nonsense.

The Slayer Legion. Such a bold and imposing name, and yet it had been clipped of its wings long ago and it was nothing but a bunch of bastards floating in the ether. Its only saving grace was that though these guys were assholes, they were still dedicated to the cause, or else they wouldn't be here. The odds that any one of them was a traitor was about as likely as the sun suddenly falling from the skies.

The reason for this was quite simple. All of them were defectors, people who had left the most powerful organizations of the human alliance after learning of the truth behind the scenes.

How could everyone be content with the status quo? Content with knowing that most of the knowledge of the world was under lock and key in a vain attempt to stop the rise of others?

Ultimately, most would fall in line and accept it. The tide was already so great in the other direction, how could they possibly choose to fight back against it.

Those here were those stupid enough to try and say no to that status quo.

Quite valiant, no?

In practice, yes.

In real life, well...

is right here, Vivak Godlen roared out the words Leonel Morales. It was loud enough that even if

The burst of pressure was so great that the two men who were practically prepared to launch themselves across the

sort of outburst like this. He was so calm most often that many almost forgot that he was there

"Speak," Miel commanded.

but since Miel had spoken and rarely

words Leonel Morales were said. That's no expert we know of, and we have intel that this was

slowly sat back down, his brows furrowed into a tight

hesitated amidst the sudden

"You know him, Miel?"

lodged in his throat.

such a thing? Other than Cidra whose gaze dimmed

feeling a bit annoyed that he had to explain these

of events. For some reason, the selection took place far earlier than it should

kid he wanted to smack the ass

as he did because of his daughter. Hopefully, by now she

was by her side, due to her Soul Clairvoyance, Aina should get mistaken as a Spiritual as well and removed from the selection. That

well, Aina would end up in the World of Spirituals and it would be a long while

what Ability Indexes and Lineages Factors Aina had, didn't he also have

he was not a Wise

treasure like the Segmented Cube that the human alliance couldn't scan into at all. Nor could he have guessed that his daughter would have actually died long before his plan

now, it was impossible

blissful ignorance, only thinking about