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.

the Silver Tablet appear in Valiant Heart

Tablet made it all even weirder. How

was clearly a third party dabbling in these matters, so who was to say that

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

if he wanted to claim this entire world, he would not only need to understand it, but he would need

than done, though, not just because of the suppression he was facing, but because of the other characters moving in the dark. But for now, he could only take

be people who noticed their deaths, but this wasn't his problem

**

grave, his wrinkles were clear and defined, and his white hair had a more wispy and dry quality to it

an outward feeling of confidence. That was his duty to his people. But what he exuded

court ministers argue about the same thing for the tenth time today, he released a deep sigh in his heart, closing

...

to be a single old soul in sight, as though the Sea Gods

God Race didn't seem to be empty... at least if