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 reformed another one as though it was a casual matter... The Life

A genius.

was the only way to describe him. It was simple and yet it held

shook her head. She couldn't stay here forever; she would eventually have to return, and once she did, she would have to face those

want to give up his wife, he would have to. He was extremely talented now, but he was weak. A genius was only worth something if they could grow up, and there were quite a few now invested

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

Leonel

the only

***

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

seated in meditation, Clarence's corpse sat. He was rigid and unmoved, but it was

this could be both the worst and best way for a Ninth

obvious place to congregate. Unlike with the death of Xagu, Clarence

experts left behind items with portions of their soul attached to it. That

this process was longer and more

had been completely shattered to pieces; if the Dream Force came back together, it would be in an unrecognizable blob.

managed to feel a slight hint of satisfaction from the fact the Nomads were in the same state. That was exactly what

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

have never imagined that

a snarky comment about enjoying 9999th place before leaving with Clarence's corpse, but at that moment a shuddering