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

Though she didn't

that wasn't because she didn't want to help him, it was because she was scared and because she was worried about what might happen if

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

fall of the Minerva, she had passed through so many epochs, so many hands, without ever truly

that her life took a turn for the better, but then he died... but

she could stand losing another, and it would be even worse if it was

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

fallen from the Ninth to barely the Third Dimension, but she had almost died. If she truly stepped in again, this time,

come to look at Anastasia like a little sister, how could

entrusting Leonel with the hopes

the wishes of Velasco were one thing, while the

abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave her a great sense of accomplishment and it made her

to himself, swearing that he would one

before his Workbench, his mind whirling with

right. He was still tiptoeing around

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

there were only a small number of moves they could even begin to