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?

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

A genius.

way to describe him. It was simple and

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

another, even if Leonel didn't want to give up his wife, he would have to. He was extremely talented now, but he was weak. A genius was only

this was a huge risk. It was just that they believed they had enough foundation to weather the storm that might come with it, and they had also calculated that the Gods would

if Leonel was

only path

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familiar courtroom. Several gazes filled with rage landed on him, but he didn't seem to sense them at all

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

this considered, this could be both the worst and best way for a Ninth Dimensional existence to

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 to act

portions of their soul attached to it. That way, even

process was longer and

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

only managed to feel a slight hint of satisfaction from the fact the Nomads were in the same state.

his people had been killed by Leonel as well, and looking at the state of the

could have never imagined that

to make a snarky comment about enjoying 9999th place before leaving with Clarence's