Dimensional Descent

Leonel appeared high in the skies, a platform of Emulation Spatial Force subtly flickering beneath his feet.

"Oh?"

Leonel had thought about who it might be, but he didn't think that it would actually be members of the Nomad Race.

Their Ethereal Glabellas shimmered on their foreheads and their extra hands danced with weapons or twisted into special seals as though they were casting spells.

Leonel had already expected for this to happen.

After the Gathering of Kingdoms ended, Existence would enter a frenzied state. It was less accurate to say that they were being personally targeted, and much more accurate to say that these people were desperate and looking for any rope they could hold onto to pull them to shore.

The goal of these people was quite obvious. They were trying to pre-emptively find a world to save themselves. Soon, they would all be destroyed. The only chance they had to survive was to find a world that had managed to survive the culling.

It could be said that this Gathering of Kingdoms had not just one layer, but two of cruelness. Not only was there the morality of doing such a culling to begin with, but then there was the inevitable carnage that would follow suit.

Even if you managed to survive by the skin of your teeth, you'd find yourself assaulted from all sides by worlds who didn't make the cut, and among them, there just might be worlds stronger than your own that just happened to get a little unlucky.

This was obviously tacitly approved by those overlords overlooking this matter. The culling alone wasn't enough, the death and carnage that followed were what they were really looking for.

could be said that these

have both Leonel and

Leonel had the Dream Pavilion and could sense with great immediacy exactly where a breach

wouldn't survive the next

and the strongest among them was only of the Eighth Dimension. Clearly, their job was to find the worlds in the first place,

breach had happened, finding exactly where should have been a nightmare.

practically crying tears of joy when they realized that this was, indeed, a world that had survived the culling. They could tell because the Gathering Stele was still hanging high up in the skies, whereas

didn't recognize Leonel, but when

"You..."

Ax and

group of Nomads was shredded to pieces without even the chance to

He tossed it forward

of these fused Bubbles was quite deep. Back when he was first captured into the Three Finger Cult, he noticed the existence of a large-scale Force Art protecting them from the invasion

take into account the terrain,

intimately familiar to him even after the changes they had undergone, and that protective formation had given him a lot of inspiration

Craft, one that could not only heal these cracks but also form

the Nomads realized their people had died, or that they hadn't come back in

and kill more than just the ones aiming for their world. They had to kill until the Nomads felt there were only gateways

"Aina," Leonel said lightly.