Dimensional Descent

The elder fell to his knees, his sparse white hair falling loosely from his age speckled scalp. The wrinkles on his face told a tale just as old, but it was those pale white orbs that, murky and milky in their depths, painted the image of a man long past his prime.

Even so, the one emotion that pulled all Invalids together was the fear of death. They felt for nothing and wanted for nothing than constant improvement and survival.

When Apex's master turned his gaze to this old man, all of that carnal sort of need came rushing forth and he acted in the only way he thought might save his life.

Apex had been suppressed, but it was necessary. The actions of the Invalids this time around were risky. They were the public enemy of the world, maybe even more so than the Envoys of Creation and Destruction, or at the worst on equal footing.

To make such a large move without preparation was foolhardy, and this elder was right to make his suggestion. This seal had helped them reduce their odds of being exposed.

Unfortunately, the cost seemed to outweigh the gains.

They had lost not just one Variant Invalid, but three. Worse than that, they had lost several seedlings with good odds of taking their next step of evolution.

Somehow, not a single one of them had survived.

Apex's master looked away from the kneeling man as though he wasn't there. His mood was unreadable, his expression the picture of indifference. Without the irises and pupils of a human, there was no humanity to grasp onto.

"What is the situation with the war? Is it time yet?"

master moved on without

Variant Invalids beneath him scrambled to give their reports, detailing of

is a report that Minerva has succeeded in killing a

that a true genius would descend soon, but they seem to have been delayed. It's said that the Weapon Idol Battlefield has revealed itself and this has taken top priority over

until this one. His head rose and the orbs of his eyes shifted,

something to be unceremoniously dismissed. Even the Gods themselves would be interested, even if they had already formed their own Idols. The humanoid races all saw this Battlefield as their greatest treasure. If the Life Tablet was

but to those of the present age, this was less important than

"How long."

Simple

the reports, your lordship, it will still take another few decades to come into range. The location is exposed, but it

advise against it. The God Races are certainly monitoring paths to the region, and while one is no match for your lordship, the humanoids

without another word. The reports continued and soon news of Flaura was

the Dream Asuras has been targeted once more. She has come by more than once to ask for aid. During

"Kill her."

again, another two words spoken just as

time, they were

up and found that his entire cabinet had been frozen in time. His senses, however, told

time had instead been distorted to such a profound

Time Force, it was one of Dream Force. An application so profound it was hard to say