Dimensional Descent

Leonel stood with waves of Force billowing off of him, Thalion's life and death hanging in the balance at his whim.

After seeing Thalion's head explode like that, even his own father was in a stunned state and had assumed him dead, let alone everyone else. No one would have expected that Leonel was somehow able to control his Force to the extent that he would actually live for this moment, but even more importantly than that, he had no idea how Leonel had managed to deal with the old Lord Guard.

The Lord Guard was obviously in the Ninth Dimension, or else he couldn't have such standing to begin with. Their obvious assumption was that Leonel had to be at this level as well, but they couldn't see through his Dimension at all as though it was being obscured by something.

But this didn't make sense. A human with a treasure that could obscure the senses of Spirituals? That made no sense at all.

Beneath the Demi-God Rank, the senses of Spirituals were unmatched, that was part of the reason Leonel didn't need to explain anything after unveiling what was beneath the arena.

But even further than that, even compared to some Demi-Gods, they were better in this regard.

It didn't make any sense.

Thalion's soul trembled, the fear seeping into his very bones. Without the protection of his body, the influence of Leonel's Dream Force over him skyrocketed to a new level entirely, and he could hardly formulate thoughts without feeling a great fear wipe them out to a clean white slate.

He couldn't answer the question even if he wanted to.

"Release my son!" The Moonstone Lord's countenance finally became malevolent, a pressure rushing toward Leonel like a tide.

However, in that moment, Leonel's palm squeezed down and Thalion released a horrible screech. The latter's soul was cracked like glass, just moments away from dissipating forever.

"The next time you speak out of turn, I will crush your son-"

"I said unhand hi-!"

BANG!

squeezed down and Thalion's soul shattered, the last echoes of his screams filling the

The Moonstone Lord froze.

actually do it. It should have been a stalemate, his

"No... no..."

want

him without his son? How was he even going to protect his

a fury-laced howl. The strength of a Ninth Dimensional expert was mighty, but everything was relative. In the past, Leonel was nothing more than an ant before the humans of this ilk. And now,

earthquake shook the city. It looked as though if the Moonstone

been a little bit closer, if they had chosen to play out this little show differently,

If... If...

one was related

seemed so simple. Wasn't

No. No they weren't.

linking his wife's apparent barbarianism to a connection with the Void Beasts. What exactly were

it was their moral duty to wipe the humans off the face of Existence again? How many assaults and wars would they face?

no intent other than to slander his wife, Leonel would have still taken action. He had allowed Aina to suffer enough for the sake of

when the true maliciousness of what they Spirituals were trying to do settled in, it was even more impossible

armies to come knocking at the last remaining Bubble World? Wait for the sparse populations of humans scattered across Existence to be genocided one after another under a banner