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?"

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

planned everything

bloodlines of the Constellation families took many generations, and easily hundreds of thousands of years. Without them, it wouldn't have been possible.

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

"Thank you, Amynta."

Are we not husband and

smiled, taking Amynta into his arms and kissing her

that's what the outside world says. But in my view, there

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

how much focus Amynta had placed on this, how could she not

and didn't say anything

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

** Dream Pavilion.

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

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

the sheer size and span of the Pavilion was minimal. It practically looked like for every one of these awe-inspiring temples, there was just one person to

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

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

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