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?"

need be in just a few days. What will take some time is them getting in tune with their Constellations and learning

planned

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

began to sparkle

"Thank you, Amynta."

you thanking me? Are we not husband

into his

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.

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 quality was her strength and maybe

Amynta had placed on this, how could she not also be in

didn't

rise. So long as they withstood this buffer period, they would

** Dream Pavilion.

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

violet. The buildings themselves were representative of an Ancient Chinese air and aura, the architecture reminiscent of olden style Confucian

minimal. It practically looked like for every one of these awe-inspiring temples, there was just one person to live in and manage

gathered. And yet, their number was pitifully few, counted in the several dozens quite comfortably. One would be hard-pressed to say

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

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