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.

of literal Gods for them to

all out battle. She had always been beyond her peers, and friendly matches

the line between life and death could stimulate her potential. She couldn't help but wonder if that

she thought to herself, sitting upon her throne

a Phoenix echoed through the skies. Minerva's thoughts

expected, a swarm of Celestial Embers

Finally.

real battle

her reflected pink irises, the aura of an

heads for so long... she would remind the world that they had a place amongst

...

to gather up resources and enrich themselves. Honestly, they hadn't taken any of this seriously and thought that the battle would end in just

only had the Dream Pavilion managed to stand their ground, but the Owlans were far more resilient

the battles went on, they showed more and more strength, and they seemed to be

were watching the evolution of a Race that had undergone a great period of peace returning to a war-torn era. And the results were

one improved by leaps and bounds with every battle. Even if you killed one, three more would step up and improve to the point they could cover for

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

the talent for Crafting,

them to evolve down another path,