Dimensional Descent

"Are you going to tell me what you're planning now?"

Leonel laughed. "Why are you so sure I have anything planned? Let's just wing it."

Aina rolled her eyes. This guy was too unbelievable. If you wanted to lie, at least make it a realistic lie.

"Come," Leonel pulled Aina along with a smile on his face. The two strolled through beautiful clouds of pink, violet and blue until they stood on a particular peak.

"I'm going to make you a new outfit, I can't let dregs damage it so easily again." Leonel shook his head, some of his gloominess returning. But he pushed it down. There was a limited amount of time remaining and he wasn't exactly sure when the other foot would drop, but there would be quite a bit of chaos soon. He was certain of that.

The trouble was that he could only weave fabrics by using beast pelts, and trading for such things was a bit more... difficult. Beasts weren't just animals in this world, they were a powerful force of their own, including Demi-Gods and Gods.

There was a dividing line between humanoids and beasts, that was certain. However, regardless of his dividing line, there was a tentative peace between the two sides.

Much of these things were just fuzzy understandings to Leonel. There was a lot of history written and marked down in the Life Tablet, something that made sense.

The Wise Star Orders were responsible for keeping records, and among those records, aside from techniques, abilities and Lineage Factors, history was most definitely among the most important as well.

However, there was no objective history, especially when in the case of the God Beasts, the saying that "victors write history" didn't exactly apply.

The God Beasts were almost... painstakingly neutral. They took into account every detail, accounted for every potential spark and motive... it made for a reading of history that wasn't only bogged down, but even more complex than even the rules of the Dream Pavilion.

found it hard to summarize the clash

bipedal organism as a humanoid was asinine. What did a

how many different Races did they have

history was bound to be

beast pelts from the Dream Pavilion like he could trade for ores

alternative to this, but there weren't really

preferred her usual outfit instead. She might even prefer to just use a normal set of clothing

a woman who even preferred short hair over her long hair because it allowed her to battle more freely,

Leonel had the skill to not make it bulky. But if he could align himself with his wife's preferences, he would do

Luckily...

palm. The Segmented Cube was still on her finger, so she was able to

It was at

useful. Yuri said something about how the tail of a White Spectral Tiger is a dense concentration of their

said.

else holding that tail would have already been shredded to pieces. But now only did Aina hold it, but Leonel also

slithered off of Leonel's left arm and flashed into the skies. It formed a sleek knife and cutting into the soaring tail. It moved like it was fileting a fish, and in an

to the bone hidden deep within the floating tail of

'Interesting...'

Tolly flashed again suddenly, the bone was perfectly cut out as well. It didn't