Dimensional Descent

Leonel stepped out of the challenge with a smile on his face. But because he was still keeping up appearances, rather than a cocky smile, it looked like a relieved one. He swept Aina into his arms and gave her a huge bear hug, causing her to chuckle.

"You're much more adorable when you're pretending to be Aerin," Aina spoke into Leonel's soul. "If you were being yourself, you'd already be taking advantage of me."

Leonel scoffed. "Are you saying you like another man?"

He pretended to be offended, though he could tell Aina's true intentions with ease. With their souls fused, how could he not tell what she actually meant?

Aina giggled. "No, I prefer when you're aggressive-"

She cut off her thoughts, suddenly blushing down to her collarbone.

The outside world could have never guessed what they were talking about. To them, it seemed that the relationship between the two was so innocent that even a hug made Lyra react like this, and that made the two all the more endearing... and shocking!

Leonel tried his best not to burst into a fit of laughter, but his soul was convulsing. He might as well have been inwardly dying.

He knew that Aina was a masochist. A man that coddled her feelings too much wasn't what she wanted, though she also didn't want a man that ignored her feelings. It could be said that Leonel was and always would be the perfect man for her. She had only been teasing him.

However, him knowing was one thing, but her saying it out loud was something she had never done before.

That was the thing with communicating with your soul, your true thoughts spilled down usually before you could filter them. This time, she couldn't escape at all.

to take her to bed again, but

was in an absolute uproar. It wasn't just the victory, but

that Races other than Humans could be Wise Star Orders? Or was it that the Dwarven Race

Race rarely interacted with the world, and many thought that this was because they were weak and easy to bully. It could be said that after the Human ascended to become the Envoys of the God Beasts, the Dwarven Race shared the bottom of the barrel with no one other than themselves. They were by far the weakest Race and they couldn't stack up to the others. As such, just to protect themselves, they had no choice but to hole themselves up and ignore

wasn't just a method of self-preservation, but also a method of finding a way

Dwarven Race was obviously using this as a chance to warn the world. Not only were the waters on this side deeper than they seemed from an outsider's perspective, but they even had more support from powerful Mortal Races like the Spirituals. In fact, the implication seemed to be that the Prince and Princess

whether it was Aerin or Lyra, both were blushing profusely. They didn't even know

BANG!

her temper at all. She whipped her glass of wine at the wall with all the strength she could muster, watching the sparkling fine mist of rouge liquid and glass crystals

wine soaked the white carpet through and the shards of glass ruined the paint on the wall. It looked more like a crime

chest heaved, her fury towering along with

was a huge deal,

Little Fox, Morgok or Patriarch Khafra, they were all important chess pieces. They were the best she could bring forward now without exposing what was going

the largest change was the

out the Silver Tablet. Of course, that was

thing they had ever seen to display such abilities was the Life Tablet. If they assumed Aerin had a Life

Silver Tablet left no