Dimensional Descent

Minerva coughed up a mouthful of blood, but her steps remained steady. She walked back into her Dream Pavilion.

How many had that been already?

The Dream Pavilion was, unsurprisingly, a main target of the invading God Descendants. It was a strategic choke point, and powerful Bubbles would ensure that this remained the case.

A Pavilion Head would have a great amount of control over the area, and as such it allowed Minerva to exhibit strength no less than that of her Ancestors within its borders.

Unfortunately, such an advantage could only go so far, especially when they were hellbent on making certain that it didn't stand for long.

The Owlan Race had lost their heritage and there were only a small number of Dream Force experts, comparatively speaking. In the past, as much as half their Race would have such an affinity, but now their 3-5% was already more than most could bolster.

Because of that, there were fewer that could fight on the battlefield that was the Dream Pavilion and much of this fell on her shoulders.

Although if you were powerful, you could ignore the Dream Force so long as the Pavilion Head wasn't actively using it to target you, there would still be a drop off in combat power that came from diverting some Force to protect your mind.

Due to this, if you didn't have an excellent Dream Force affinity, fighting on this battlefield was useless, and that didn't even measure the fact that many of that three to five percent were far too weak to participate in such a battle to begin with.

However, even through the bloody streaks on Minerva's once beautiful face, one could see nothing but a towering indifference.

Every battle, she felt her Dream Force inch forward.

Who would dare to provoke the Owlan Race in the past? Even with their inheritance severed, they were still among the best Crafters amongst the Demi-Gods, and that didn't even mention their Lineage Factor or personal strength.

now, it took the descent of literal Gods for them to be put into this

had never truly fought an all out battle. She had always been beyond her peers, and friendly matches couldn't match this sort

between life and death could stimulate her potential. She couldn't help

thought to herself, sitting upon her

like the call of a Phoenix echoed through the skies. Minerva's thoughts shifted and the Dream Pavilion projected

swarm of Celestial Embers

Finally.

the real battle would

pink irises, the aura of an Empress coming out from her

so long... she would

...

battles, taking advantage of certain strategic points to gather up resources and enrich themselves. Honestly, they hadn't taken any of this seriously and thought that the battle would end in

Dream Pavilion managed to stand their ground, but the Owlans were far

they showed more and more strength, and they seemed to be

Race that had undergone a great period of peace returning to a war-torn era. And

more would step up and improve to the point they could cover for the loss

never been one that was well known for their battle strength, they had always used their Crafting to make up

the Owlans not only managed to maintain the talent for Crafting, but they had also birthed a great talent for combat that

they hadn't focused on Crafting for generations had allowed them to evolve down another path, and now the Void Race and other members of their faction were