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.

logical, but she didn't feel like they

been a one-sided slaughter,

their side. But compared to the overall strength of the Godlens, this was hardly

watching Cidra's reaction as

who had been wronged by the human alliance in one way or another. It wasn't

would have known the right decision to

be troublesome,'

well. That would make this matter a nightmare to

had a feeling that this was

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

one of the tips his grandfather gave him meant, he thought

most aligned with goals that you might describe as... the greater good. The Cult

known what it meant for the Godlens to be a part of the greater good, he had even less of an idea of what

that he might need to take a trip to the Dream Pavilion, not to join it,

the Dream Pavilion; he knew that. In addition, back in the Vast Bubble, or the Cataclysm Zone, the Dream Pavilion had

was the most dangerous place he could try to visit. A place flooded with

least Fourth Dimensional before I try it. Anything less