Dimensional Descent

The two Void Race youths laughed and shot out in two different directions, leaving the last still grumbling.

...

Elo'Ray appeared high above the Dream Pavilion. He stood in the skies despite merely being at the Seventh Dimension, the laws of this world completely unable to constrain him. If he wanted to step onto the clouds, he would do so. Who were these worms to tell him what he could and couldn't do?

"Little Owlan, how about you come out and play?" He announced his arrival with a booming cadence. Universes that painted his skin flickered wildly with light, a trio of blackholes appearing to his back the moment he clenched his fists. In that moment, he seemed to have the power to wipe out all of existence.

Down below, there were several ongoing skirmishes. Void Race descendants fought against Owlans of all shapes and sizes, but he couldn't seem to be bothered with these battles at all. He didn't even try to influence them.

These fools had finally managed to get his blood boiling a little bit, he wouldn't ruin his own fun by wasting his time on trivial matters.

Minerva slowly walked out of the Head Dream Pavilion, her steps slow and her wings dragging on the ground. Her dress was torn and shorn, covered in blood that painted an array of colors as though she had killed all sorts of Races.

Her wings were broken in many places, but she suddenly flexed them, snapping them back into place with a single thought.

Her expression didn't even change in the slightest as she flapped them once, soaring into the skies like a striking meteor.

BANG!

a sudden and forceful stop, clouds of pink, violet

stepped on the empty air as though she was walking on solid land. If she wanted to

Runes danced and glowed in her sparkling wings, but soon they became outlined with a pink color that somewhat

aura that was eerily close

chuckled. "... it seems that the Minerva have been hiding for

gaze, her own filled with

reason than your status as a member of the

In the blink of an eye, they were each over 20 meters in diameter, and looking into any one of them was like sinking into

Race is supreme!" His

so...? All I see is a group of cowards unwilling to face off against the

instant, the two vanished in the blink of an eye, the skies collapsing

and Eamon secured another victory. The point totals were much closer this time around, but

focused on combat much of his life. Even with Patriarch Khafra's direction, he was

until Gregwyn came to a Complete World that he learned he had talent for Dream Force at all. Before, he was much like a certain general of the

or not. It had to be remembered that when Leonel first ran into Dream Force, it had been an avoided abode in the Valiant Heart City, one no one dared to enter and he

even really understand the risks back then, or maybe he wouldn't have been so bold either. After all, if you flooded your mind with Dream Force and didn't have an affinity, you could get lost in

case, but because of the Twist, what would have likely been a marginal

to happen, that was why he had originally