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.

that these people

culling and was extraordinarily weak, and two, this world also happened to have both Leonel and Aina, two people many wanted to

Dream Pavilion and could sense

the next

a few dozen Nomads who had appeared, and the strongest among them was only of the Eighth Dimension. Clearly, their job was to find the worlds in

had happened, finding exactly where should have been a nightmare. By the time they did, there would already be

survived the culling. They could tell because the Gathering Stele was still

up and noticed Leonel and Aina. He didn't recognize Leonel, but when he

"You..."

Ax and Spear

to

palm. He tossed it forward and the crack was quickly

structure outside of these fused Bubbles was quite deep. Back when he was first captured into the

to work, it had to take into account the

all to say that the Inbetween Worlds around this region were intimately familiar to him even after the changes they had undergone, and that protective formation had given him a lot of inspiration

create this Craft, one that could not only heal these cracks but also form a gateway to the world on the other

because he knew this wasn't over. The moment the Nomads realized their people had died, or that they hadn't come back in a while, their first thought would begin to investigate this region. Quite

to take action and kill more than just the ones aiming for their world. They had to kill until the Nomads felt

"Aina," Leonel said lightly.

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