Dimensional Descent

Leonel entered the Lab Setting.

"Anastasia, cover the whole world. I want information on everything that's happening at any given time. Specifically, any conversations between anyone at the Ninth Dimension or higher. If they mention humans, they're top priority. Second priority is the Cloud Race. Third priority is Demi-God status. Fourth priority is... Dwarven Race.

"Also, map out the entire world. Tell me where the Dream Pavilion of their world is, and also how many experts of this caliber they have."

"You're not worried about them sensing me?" Anastasia asked. She had difficulty deducing and thinking for herself, but that didn't mean that she was a complete dullard. She remembered that the reason Leonel usually restricted her actions was because he didn't want others to sense her.

Although most couldn't feel a thing, at the Ninth Dimension, most would be able to, and considering they were in a world of Spirituals, this was even more so.

"In this situation, them sensing it would be even better. I'd like to see how they deal with a situation where their people feel like they're being spied on. As for those that would know it's us... so what?

"They already know where I am and don't dare to act. I want to see how patient they are, and I also want to see how they're going to make plans when they feel like every step they take is being watched."

"Okay," Anastasia said in a sweet and almost cutsie voice.

Leonel laughed. "What with that voice?"

she didn't know what he was

didn't answer, he

down into tears after being sent on a mission by Leonel, but that wasn't because she didn't want to help him, it was because she was scared and because she was

next step she might take might end up being a mistake, and in that situation,

the world, and after the fall of the Minerva, she had

he died... but then she was lucky to be passed on

and it would

his intentions, if only she could think for herself, she would have been able to

barely the Third Dimension, but

at Anastasia like a little sister, how

hopes that he would one day be

of Velasco were one thing, while

willing to help him to the best of her abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave her a great

he would one day release her of

stood before his Workbench, his

was right. He was still tiptoeing

where there wasn't enough information, and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number of moves, there was another path

that was to force their hand, to suppress them until they were suffocated, until there were