Dimensional Descent

Leonel entered his workshop, his mind racing. It was hard to tell exactly what he needed, but the possibilities felt endless. Unfortunately, sometimes, having too many paths to take was as good as having none.

What he needed were a few good paths so that he could focus all of his attention on them.

His gaze flickered as he took a breath.

Since things had already reached this point, he would go all out.

The Human Domain couldn't be considered to have returned to its height. The time that had passed had been too short, and the turmoil had yet to return to a state of rest.

However, Leonel had already said it once before.

He hadn't come here to play King. He had a very specific purpose, and the stability of the Human Race had nothing to do with him.

He had already saved them once. Without his existence, they would have already been wiped out by the Sea Gods.

As such, he didn't hesitate for even a moment as he mobilized them in full force and began marching toward the Ancient Battlefield.

The blood of the humans boiled. They had been suppressed for years. The idea that they could have their revenge like this, and so quickly, was something that moved them all.

Very few had the insight to see that this wasn't the smartest thing to do. And even if they did, they could only sigh and keep their thoughts to themselves.

was that even these intelligent scholars had no way to explain how it was that Leonel had been able to

have ever guessed that the

path simply didn't dare to say anything. At

same time the Human Race was mobilized, the war cries of the Rapax echoed

up from the depths of their souls and they

Dreadmaw stood, his gaze

so they were more sensitive to certain things than others would be. Their culture might seem barbaric to others,

choice in this matter... Leonel didn't leave them much

only path was

older than even Emperor Fleeting Cloud. His skin was wrinkled and long, grizzled hair

that they held a milky whiteness with just the faintest hints of blue. It was hard to distinguish between his irises and

the valiant aura he exuded

in a garden, his third eye hidden beneath the folds of his wrinkles. He leaned forward in his chair, a cane of white oak that looked somewhat like a mage's

sudden Force spread through his garden and a figure appeared, he didn't even react. But it was hard to tell if it was because

is a disturbance on the Ancient Battlefield. Mobilize the strongest armies

didn't respond. He continued to stare off

of the Oryx Domain, and as though hearing a

Oryx Emperor as he stood to

the maids stripped him of his clothing and clicked his armor into place,