Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter courtesy of Fire2112 (aka Firemonster) <3 3/6]

Lyra sighed when Leonel vanished. She was a noble Pure Blood, and when had she fallen to trying to seduce a man into her bed? Those noble ladies who spent most of their time gossiping and spreading rumors would probably get a kick out of this. Former "Pure Blood" throws herself like a dog in heat at a human of all people.

Lyra didn't really look down on humans, but that didn't mean she had tender feelings toward them either. She was like most people; she took a moderate position while a minority with heavily skewed beliefs took the reins. But often, due to this, her inaction was seen as a tacit acceptance of all that was happening.

That was just the way of the world, and she didn't have enough of a bleeding heart to make her life uncomfortable for the sake of a Race that wasn't her own.

It was just ironic that things had somehow ended up like this anyway.

It seemed that talent was talent, no matter what you look like. And for the Pure-Blooded Spirituals who had been "just a step away" from Demi-Godhood for who knew how many generations now, this seemed like a good gamble to take.

Still, throwing her at a man with a wife was really too crude.

She knew the real reason why they did it.

In Leonel's opinion, throwing her at him when he had just insulted an Owlan's beauty to her face was foolish. But there was another way to look at it as well.

If the man who rejected the Owlans, a race of beings known for their beauty even more so than the Spirituals themselves, how much would that elevate the status of Lyra and her people?

And he disregarded his Sovereignty and reformed another one as though it was a casual matter... The

A genius.

only way to describe him. It was simple and yet it held an infinite weight simply due

couldn't stay here forever; she would eventually have to return, and once she

have to. He was extremely talented now, but he was weak. A genius was only worth something if they could grow up, and there

they believed they had enough foundation to weather the storm that might come with it, and they had also calculated that the

if Leonel was

the only path

***

appeared in a familiar courtroom. Several gazes filled with rage landed on him, but he didn't seem to sense

unmoved, but it was clear he didn't have the slightest breath of life

considered, this could be both the worst and best way

because his intact body made it so his Forces had an obvious place to congregate. Unlike with the death of Xagu, Clarence didn't need an external treasure

like the Sun and Moon Demon Empire, their experts left behind items with portions of their soul attached to it. That way, even if their

this process was

came back together, it would be in an unrecognizable blob. Even if he came back to life, he wouldn't even

a slight hint of satisfaction from the fact the Nomads were in the same state.

Owlans and the Spirituals. Obviously by now, Regnier had found out that most of his people had been killed by Leonel as

have never imagined that Leonel would defeat even

make a snarky comment about enjoying 9999th place before leaving