Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked back to face Aerin, but it was clear that the latter didn't recognize him. Though, that much was obvious; if even Aerin could see through his disguise then he might as well not be wearing it at all.

"Let's go," Leonel said.

"Who are you?"

"Not the place to be asking questions."

Aerin frowned, not understanding what this person was trying to get at.

"I'm not taking you with me, I'm just sending you back to your home world. I assume you were lured here due to something related to Lyra? Well, you don't need to worry about it, let's go."

Leonel placed a hand on Aerin's shoulder and whisked him away. At this point, Leonel's strength was too great for Aerin to resist even if he wanted to, but that only made him all the more wary.

Aerin couldn't help but wonder if all of this was a ruse set up by Leonel... the question was for what, though? Was it to get him to trust him?

Leonel chuckled. "There are much easier ways for me to deal with your Bubble, trust me. I wouldn't have the patience to wait for you to grow up and take it all over. Wouldn't I be dead and decrepit by then?"

Aerin frowned and didn't say much. He would just feel out the situation as he went.

But to his astonishment, Leonel actually sent him back to his world... and then directly left as though there was nothing of importance going on with him.

No strings, no communication, there was absolutely nothing.

What did he mean by "they won this

an uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest. He thought he was only a pawn in one game of chess, but it seemed that there

only be an unwitting

...

didn't even enter

Asura's plans, but he still hadn't grasped the root of it. And more shocking than that, he hadn't sensed where that attack

could only mean one thing: there wasn't a person at

whatever traces could have been found were long since wiped out, and on top of that, whatever predictive and scheming ability this individual had

between humans and Spirituals, and now doing the same between the Dwarven Race

through the In-between Worlds as though it was any other location, unmoved by everything happening around him. He

he felt that everything would fall into place

entered the Ma'at Bubble once again and almost

...

familiar recliner and a newly refilled glass of wine. She read another report and she

can work with this anyway, but this person caught on?

became and the more she felt

person

from all

that small minority, such

why expose themselves like this? What are they getting at? Are they a fool who overestimates themselves?