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.

the other Incomplete Worlds, though? Weren't they under the control of the humans? We could just take one

well, but there are a few

those worlds already, ruining them. They basically fused those worlds and

Vivak said they lost contact with them a long time ago. He believed they were lost to the void once again after I

changed all their coordinates. That meant they had no idea where the Incomplete

find things in the void,

but I'm pretty sure their disappearance has something to do with my grandfather. I would bet a pretty sum

nodded. She knew that Leonel always had a good reason for things, but making him explain things to her had become

special and a little

sensing her

what he had worn to assassinate the Nomad in the snow. Instead, he was wearing a tannish-grey outfit. He wrapped a scarf all the way around his face, neck, and head, leaving two

pair of pants pressed against his skin beneath the harsh winds. They scrunched up around his calves and were tied down by a cloth belt around

complete with a poncho that

uniform a bit less than his previous white assassin's wear. He only rated it

it to the

was only after this that Leonel

he was the only one to do so. In fact, he could see the number of people who had before him, and he

were two people in

issue he would face, either. Leonel had the body of a Demi-God now, he was no longer technically a Mortal. Even if he was only in the Fifth Dimension, just because of this, he would face suppression

it wouldn't be pretty either. Every moment he spent in this world