Dimensional Descent

Minerva at the bottom of a large mountain of crystal. High above, meditating Ancestors sat on clouds of pink, their eyes closed and the postures filled with a disgusting sort of superiority and feigned indifference. Under normal circumstances, Minerva should have waited for their acknowledgment to speak. Even now, they hadn't even cast a single glance toward her. But at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to give a damn.

"The Void Race will likely send someone to wipe us all out soon," she said lightly.

Dozens of eyes flashed open at once, their gazes landing on Minerva in unison, an unbridled pressure that could crush a Mortal in an instant rippling out from them in all directions.

The words Minerva had just spoken were far too ridiculous, far too shocking. It sounded like a joke, but it also didn't make any sense for it to be one.

Minerva blandly explained everything that had happened. The shock of the Ancestors grew one after another, and when she finished, a frightening pressure blasted her away.

Minerva rolled away, only using her wings to stabilize herself after she had flown past what must have been at least several kilometers. But to experts on their level, this might as well have been no distance at all.

A man stood from his pink cloud, his gaze fuming. His wings even began to pulse with red runes as though he might burn the world down at any moment.

"Calm yourself, Solarius. Killing her will lose us control over the Dream Pavilion, she remains our strongest Dream Force user and right now access to it is one of our greatest trump cards currently," a female Ancestor spoke.

Minerva wasn't surprised by this response.

Ancestor Solarius was the great grandfather of Elrik. There was nothing more he wanted to see than her swollen of foot and big bellied. But now it seemed that she had thrust them into the eye of the storm.

There were probably no small number of these so-called "experts" who thought that she had done all of this on purpose.

In the past, Minerva's parents had been among this group. They were exceptionally young, all things considered. But they were still among the Ancestors of their Race, and they were likewise Dream Force experts.

died too soon via methods that Minerva was still

was entirely built up in

some here related to the demise of her parents. In fact, they might have all

entirely unfazed by what was

mean, Uriel? Is she supposed to go unpunished for this clear scheme?" His

peace for so long, and now

bitch. You would rather burn your entire Race down with you than

"Speak ill of my parents again, and I will disband the Dream Pavilion. I would

"You-!"

"Solarius!"

so deep and resounding

Minerva fell into silence, a middle-aged man with slicked back peppery grey hair commanding

was Elysium, and the current undisputed strongest of

she felt like she

this on purpose,

the scheme of the Celestial Embers. From the beginning, they wanted to pull us into this mess. It seems that they have the

moment, she felt like she was an open book, her thoughts laid out

of

down. "I have

Elysium nodded, expecting this.