Dimensional Descent

Leonel wasn't sure what to believe when he heard this name. It felt like it could both be a coincidence, and yet too coincidental at the same time.

If it had been a name like Wise Sea God, or Intelligent Sea Order, it would have been fine. But the simple swapping of Star for Sea made him pause... especially when it was his Dream Force doing the translating right now.

If he could speak the language of the Oryx and this was just a quirk on their part, it was one thing. But for his Dream Force to translate it in this way and elicit such emotion in him, it could one mean that these two titles were truly mirrors of one another.

But the question was... why?

Were there tablets in this world as well? He guessed that could be possible. There was no reason for the Dimensional Verse to be the only Incomplete World the Cult and the other envoys were dabbling in.

Wise Star Order was an anomaly Leonel still hadn't figured out. Of course, this time he was referring not to the title, but rather to the man.

He had just upped and disappeared, somehow slinking past Leonel's safeguards and even out of Anastasia's world without any of them realizing. On top of that, he had taken away two Savants with him as well.

Candle and Vice were huge parts of Leonel's trump cards. If he had the Life Tablet and two Savants under his belt, just how much more powerful could he make the two of them?

But that much was beside the point. The core of it was that because of Wise Star Order's existence alone, there might even be an organization that was the antithesis of the Cult.

Tablet appear in Valiant Heart Mountain? Or a Bronze Tablet appear

a member of the Cult had only a Black Tablet made it all even weirder. How was it that an Incomplete World had

things seemed related to the Pluto or the Fawkes. It was clearly a

going on, but what was certain was that he would need to see this Wise Sea Order at

way or another, if he wanted to claim this entire world, he would not only need to understand it,

the suppression he was facing, but because of the other characters moving in the dark. But for now, he could only take things one step at

rushed away. There would certainly be people who noticed their deaths, but this wasn't his problem for now. His only goal was to

**

an old man. Though he didn't have a foot in the grave, his wrinkles were clear and defined, and his white hair had a more wispy and dry quality to it than a 40 or 50-year-old man would have. He seemed to be in his 60s, still a bit vibrant, but also clearly beyond his

current circumstances only made his condition seem worse. He had no choice but to project an outward feeling of confidence. That was his duty to his people. But what he exuded and how he truly

thing for the tenth time today, he released a deep sigh in his heart, closing his

...

to be a single old soul in sight, as though the Sea Gods had chosen to unleash their children

of Sea God Race didn't