Dimensional Descent

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

The previous words of his wife echoed in Vivak's ears again.

"The problem isn't that it's too cruel, the problem is that it's too cruel and yet there's little return on the investment."

Looking at the spatial ring, holding it in his hands, and finally sending his senses in, he finally understood what she meant by that.

Being cruel wasn't the problem... being needlessly cruel and not getting enough out of it was.

"This is..."

"You know what it is, there's no need to ask me."

Vivak took a breath and exhaled. "Is this everything?"

"I thought about keeping some talents alive because they could truly thrive in this sort of environment, but the risk was not worth it."

Vivak nodded.

"How long will this take?"

to inject everyone. It would be easy to form an army of billions if need be in just a few days. What will take some time is

planned everything

why I went to the Incomplete World in the first place. Resurrecting the bloodlines of the Constellation families took many generations, and easily hundreds of

finally calmed down completely and his eyes began to sparkle with a fire of confidence once

"Thank you, Amynta."

me? Are we

taking Amynta into his arms and kissing her

outside world says. But in my view, there isn't any other woman who is your equal. Compared to that so-called Imperatress Anselma, you are leagues

meant every word he spoke. Anselma was a woman who was arrogant and might have entered the Ninth Dimension, but she wasn't worthy of his respect. She couldn't control her

placed on this, how could she not also be

and didn't say anything

day forth, the Godlens would rise. So long as they withstood this buffer period, they would surpass all the

** Dream Pavilion.

location was a place that fit the name quite well, or more accurately, fit the layman definition of the world rather than its truest definition, that

air, riding on clouds that ranged from a delicate blue, to pink to violet. The buildings themselves were representative of an Ancient Chinese air and aura, the

looked like for every one of these awe-inspiring temples, there was just one

Dream Pavilion, a place where the Dream Force experts of the world gathered. And yet, their number was pitifully few, counted in the several dozens quite comfortably. One would be hard-pressed

able to understand quite well that "sneaking" into this place was nigh impossible. How could you sneak in when everyone knew everyone else by first

Clarence sat. His expression seemed to be undergoing a number of changes, at least that was what it seemed like at first. But if one looked closely, it was more like ghosts trapped within his body were trying to force their way out. Every time one was