Dimensional Descent

Leonel put a hand to his forehead. He didn't really understand how incompetent an organization to have someone so incompetent leading a sixth of their armies. Did they not have anyone better?

"You realize that this is only a fraction of a fraction of the Godlen's strength, right? They didn't even send decent Eighth Dimensional experts," Leonel finally said. "On top of that, the demons are probably watching their every move."

"An enemy of an enemy is a friend." Cidra's frown deepened.

Leonel looked at this simple woman. He would have put a hand to her forehead to see if she had a fever or something if not for the fact they had no familiarity with one another.

"That saying only makes sense when you have the strength to back it up. To the demons, what use are you? Even the Godlens didn't take you seriously enough to send some real firepower at you.

"Your strongest expert is my father-in-law, and that man's not even in the Ninth Dimension. The fact you've survived until now is purely based on the fact you were too troublesome to deal with, not because you held any real strength of your own.

"The further out from here we are, the more difficult it will be for me to control the situation, the higher the chance the Godlens will send reinforcements, the greater the odds the demons will try to take advantage of the situation.

"You want to chase with your armies in this situation? We should take this small victory, retreat, and decide whether it's better to bolster defenses or pack up and find a new place to call home."

Leonel's words fell like the rain. Cidra didn't understand just how lucky she was that Leonel was explaining anything at all, but she still clenched her fists.

she didn't feel like they had

been a one-sided slaughter, they had

exaggerated number considering how few casualties there were on their side. But compared to the overall strength of the Godlens, this was hardly a

watching Cidra's

mostly made up of people who had been wronged by the human alliance in one way or another.

on both sides, Cidra would have known the right decision to

be troublesome,'

That would make this matter a nightmare to deal with, but

had a feeling that this was where his

would be so flimsy. There was more than likely a deeper plot somewhere that Leonel didn't know about. However, at least for now, this was all he had to deal

one of the tips his grandfather gave him meant,

Four Great Families are not to be trusted. The Dream Pavilion will never be as fragile as they seem. The Godlens are the most aligned with goals that you might describe as... the greater good. The Cult can be used. And your best chance at survival is

in those words. Much like he hadn't originally known what it meant for the Godlens to be a

a trip to the Dream Pavilion, not to join it,

Bubble, or the Cataclysm Zone, the Dream Pavilion had had a huge sway in the treasures he

dangerous place he could try to visit.

before I try it.