Dimensional Descent

Leonel appeared outside the courtroom as the Khafra Dream Pavilion's projection vanished. He found Old Bastian standing before him, his expression somewhere halfway between relief and rage.

He could see the kind of storm that Leonel had embroiled them in, there was simply no escaping it now. However, to his back, the rest of everyone else was looking toward Leonel, or rather Aerin, with worship in their eyes. They were even looking at Lyra like she was already their Queen, their gazes sparkling.

At this point, even if Old Bastian wanted to, he couldn't reprimand Leonel. Not only would it ruin everything, but it wouldn't change the outcome.

"Come with me," Old Bastian finally said, sighing and releasing what felt like a pent-up breath.

The skies rumbled and Old Bastian shook his head as he looked up. It seemed that what would come would come.

Leonel sent Aina back into the Segmented Cube and pulled Aerin out before he changed his own appearance to that of a normal looking Sparrow.

Just as he finished, two auras descended and entered the Dream Pavilion.

They were both about the same age as Old Bastion. One was an old Sparrow with three pairs of translucent dragonfly wings to Old Bastion's two. The second, however, was an old Pixie.

If Sparrow's wings grew larger in their old age, then for Pixie's, it could be said that their souls became larger. In fact, her eyes practically seemed to sparkle, carrying the youthful vigor of a teenage girl despite the fact she had the features of a woman well into her sixties.

It could be said that these were the main flaws of the Dwarven Race. They unlocked exceptional talents in their old age, but by then, they were already past their physical prime and had a problem with taking true advantage of them. This was just the reality of their lives.

Spector," Old Bastian greeted with a

didn't seem to be very happy. Their eyes

their reactions weren't so fierce. It was obvious that he had definitely crossed their bottom lines this time, but what else could

I know this wouldn't have gone through

him," Old Bastian tossed the

Where's your

realized that just because they were angry, it didn't mean that they should take it out on an innocent party. The Dwarven Race

looked away as though he

unreliable. He still had no idea where that useless grandfather

time dilation between the Complete and Incomplete Worlds were. Leonel had only been delayed a fraction of a second during his teleportation back to the Dimensional Verse from the Vast

he had already been in the Complete Worlds for years. It made no sense for his grandfather to be delayed this long. In fact, logically, he should have died of old age

Dwarven Race members right in the eyes, and unlike Aerin, he didn't

"do you want to spend

angry. They

Nomad Race have been hounding you at your borders, coming after

you want to hand it

the two were caught in their throats. How could

can help you crush all of these