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.

Gods for them

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

between life and death could stimulate her potential. She couldn't help but wonder if that was why Leonel was always so

to herself, sitting upon her

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

expected, a swarm of Celestial Embers

Finally.

the real

flourished in her reflected pink irises, the aura of

would remind the world that

...

the battles, taking advantage of certain strategic points to gather up resources and enrich themselves. Honestly, they

their surprise, not only had the Dream Pavilion managed to stand their ground, but the Owlans were far more resilient than they had

went on, they showed more and more strength, and

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

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

was well known for their battle strength, they

talent for Crafting, but they had also birthed a great talent for combat that underlied

Crafting for generations had allowed them to evolve down another path, and now the Void Race and other