Dimensional Descent

"What happened?" Leonel asked, standing in the skies and looking toward the horizon.

"Odd movements related to Dwarven Race. There was a report that someone intercepted a prince."

"Got it."

Leonel took a step, prepared to leave the Bubble.

There was a reason that he had asked Anastasia to pay attention to the Dwarven Race. He had several ideas about how this might go, and it seemed that he was correct.

The truth of the matter was that the Aeritha Bubble, the home of the Dwarven Race, was one on Somnus' list. In fact, it was the exact same Bubble that Leonel planned to target after he left here because it had a Dream Pavilion. The use of conquering a world with one, or at the very least having it as a chess piece, couldn't be understated.

So, from the very beginning, Leonel had been paying attention to such things.

But what was more interesting than that was how strategic the location of the Aeritha Bubble was. It was positioned in such a way that it was a choke point between the Ma'at and Kairo Bubbles, and it was an unmistakably important location as a result of it.

Most tended to ignore it, but the reality was that it was the perfect springboard to attack either one of these Bubbles, and as a result, it was undeniably important and couldn't be ignored for these very reasons.

However, even this was just surface-level analysis. Anyone could think of this, and Leonel knew even without exposing himself to the reality of it that there was no way that whoever was playing around in the background would take such a simple approach to what was happening here.

he thought

the world thinking about everything that had happened at

Demi-Gods had won; that just seemed natural. What was more important to the common man was the fact that a Spiritual and a Sparrow had come together to claim third

happened after it

credit for it, and aside from the Dwarven Race themselves,

trying to use

very... precarious to say the least. You couldn't just evolve your Race because

to appear? Wouldn't that

was an event that only the Mortal Races had to suffer, would soon become a matter

wasn't slowing down, and the closer they got to that

if one day the Gods might decide that their existences were unacceptable and it was best if only Gods

forward in their attempt to become Demi-Gods. They couldn't make it too obvious that this was their goal, but they also couldn't shirk away

weigh, especially when Gods and Demi-Gods couldn't just casually descend to lower worlds, all of these games of political face and subterfuge became matters

the Dwarven Race came

Race. His talent in Crafting was exceptional, and

to Demi-Godhood, the Dwarven Race just wanted to

they felt that they came closer and closer to suffering as well, and they had to speed ahead to remain ahead of the curve... Aerin was their hope