Dimensional Descent

The Ma'at Bubble wasn't as beautiful as the Owlan Bubble, but it carried an elegance of its own, especially at a time like this where the mood was festive and inviting.

From Leonel's perspective, the Gathering of Minds had ended in humiliation, but how could it be the same for Lyra Emberheart, who had become the pride of her Race in a single bound?

The victory that she secured was akin to the best in recent history for the Spirituals and even Pure Blooded Spirituals. Her name was already being written into the annals of history.

Although she and Aerin were only third place, they had placed behind two groups of Demi-Gods. This effectively meant that in terms of Mortal talent, she was at the very top. How could the Spirituals not take pride in this?

This was the sort of festive environment that Leonel and Aina stepped into.

Quite frankly, Leonel had expected that entering such a Bubble would have been much harder. But it seemed that with the festivities, everything had become far more lax.

There was also the network of teleportation platforms that had been connected. Because of the Owlans' current situation, they weren't exactly in the position to retract their previous order. So it could be said that Existence was more connected now than it had ever been before.

Leonel and Aina walked through the streets, both of them wearing masks in the fashion of a masquerade ball to fit in.

By now, their faces were too famous between the Gathering of Kingdoms events and the Gathering of Minds. So this was the best option for them now.

They spent a few hours moving through a crowded bazaar and buying cute little trinkets that Aina found cute.

as well. Among them, he had also coaxed Kira out to have some

head buried, studying and improving with the corpse of the Shadow Tail. If Leonel had forgotten himself for a half year, she had forgotten herself for even more

began to wane, Leonel

them?" He realized that he had been

also wanted to spend some alone time with her husband so she hadn't brought it up

It's the region with the highest population of non-Spirituals and Half-Spirituals.

"Relative?" Leonel asked.

still a thinly veiled class system of sorts. The governor of the region is a Half Spiritual, so it's not like

Leonel nodded.

lot of those situations in the past, it wasn't until everyone was brought under one banner and culture that things changed. But even then, rather than a matter of Race, it became a problem of Class, with a certain subsection of people living on the surface and everyone else having to sleep in the

people who died in droves when the Metamorphosis appeared, but Leonel, even with his changes, didn't like

It was too cruel.

something as vastly more complex as intelligence, for example, even if you put effort into equalizing everyone, there would always be gaps that

as they had placed decently during the Gathering of Kingdoms, so Leonel wasn't too worried about them. But it was probably best that they

gathered up his brothers again, teasing Joel and

Savahn was far more mature and his way of

what that was. Joel was bracing himself

as though they were husband and wife. Back on Earth, such a separation would effectively mean a break up. The expectation of staying together was... naive

filled with vitriol and they had both

other, the next they were making out,