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?"

an army of billions if need be in just a few days. What will take some time is them getting in tune with their Constellations and learning to use them as one. There might be some slight regressions in their strength for a few weeks, but there should

planned

World in the first place. Resurrecting the bloodlines of the Constellation families took many generations, and easily hundreds of thousands of years. Without them,

calmed down completely and his eyes began to sparkle

"Thank you, Amynta."

you thanking me? Are we not husband

into his arms and

lot of pressure to marry you, at least that's what the outside world says. But in my view, there isn't any other woman who is your equal. Compared to that so-called

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 temper, she wasn't very intelligent, and her only redeeming

how could she not also be in

smiled and didn't

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

** Dream Pavilion.

more accurately, fit the layman definition of the world rather than its

pink to violet. The buildings themselves were representative of an Ancient Chinese air and aura, the

span of the Pavilion was minimal. It practically looked

yet, their number was pitifully few, counted in the several dozens quite comfortably. One would be

be 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 and last name? It was too ridiculous. Even if they weren't Dream Force experts, it would be difficult, let alone

first. But if one looked closely, it was more like