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 answer, he

being sent on a mission by Leonel, but that wasn't because she didn't want to help him,

worried that any next step she might take might end up being a mistake, and in that situation, she would never be able to see

had been spent drifting aimlessly through the world, and after the fall of the Minerva, she had passed through so many epochs, so many

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

stand losing another, and it

if only she could think for herself, she

wanted to allow it because the first time, not only had Anastasia fallen from the Ninth to barely the Third Dimension, but she had almost

sister, how could he allow her to make such a

son was as good as entrusting Leonel with the hopes that he would one day be able to help her break free of

wishes of Velasco were one thing,

her tasks like this gave her a great

he would one day release her of

his Workbench, his

right. He was still tiptoeing

enough information, and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number of moves, there

until there were only a small number of moves they