Dimensional Descent

Now, everything was set. It was time for him to go.

Of course, he would be bringing his wife along. He couldn't bear to separate with her. But that wasn't the case for everyone else.

Leonel brought them all in for a meeting and smiled.

"Everyone, I'll be leaving for the next three years. It might be longer, but I will do my best to ensure that this doesn't happen because we don't have such breathing room.

"According to my calculations, the barrier should last at least that long. In that time, I hope that the Human Bubbles will gain some cohesiveness to it.

"If there's a need for you to go outside the barrier, you're all adults and I won't stop you. If that's the way you choose to train and progress, I will respect your decision.

"At the very least, in the next three years, there won't be any issues with resources or things of the like."

Leonel bid everyone farewell and then set off with Aina. The rest would be up to them.

This was the only path for him to get stronger. If he didn't take it, everything would be for naught.

Unless he gained the strength to fight with Gods soon, nothing would change.

**

Aina exhaled a breath after hearing Leonel's plans. The two walked hand in hand through a desert plane, their destination a Nomad Race teleportation platform that would bring them closer to their destination. As for the way afterward, that would have to rely on Anastasia. The trouble was that since traveling through the void had no Force for Anastasia to pull on, they would have to fund it themselves.

though? Weren't they under the control of

nodded. "I considered that as well, but

basically fused those worlds and their

salvageable, but Vivak said they lost contact with them a long time ago. He believed

their coordinates. That meant they had no idea where the

the Gods couldn't reliably find things

but I'm pretty sure their disappearance has something

had a good reason for things, but making him explain things to her had become a guilty pleasure of

special and a

smiled, sensing

tannish-grey outfit. He wrapped a scarf all the way around his face, neck,

harsh winds. They scrunched up

complete with a poncho

his previous white assassin's wear. He only rated it at

had made it to the teleportation platform

this that

he was the only one to do so. In fact, he could see the number of people who had before him, and he had no guarantee that no one would buy it after

were two people in

longer technically a Mortal. Even if he was only

wasn't to the point of killing him like it had his father, but it wouldn't be pretty either.