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.

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

could have ever guessed that the Humans

felt that this wasn't the right path simply didn't dare to say anything. At this point, who had the

war cries of the Rapax echoed throughout the skies. They roared, stomping their feet

up from the depths of their souls and

them, Dreadmaw stood, his

Leonel wasn't 100% on their side, it was an intuition he had as a war. The Rapax were an incredibly pure race, so they were more sensitive to certain things than others would be. Their culture

felt that he didn't have much of a choice in this

only path was

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

draped over his body, and his eyes looked so aged that they held a milky whiteness with just the

aura

sat 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

But it was hard to tell if it was

Mobilize the strongest armies of

respond. He continued to stare off blankly into the

the whole of the Oryx Domain, and as though hearing a call, several female Oryx rushed in. Each one held a piece

Emperor as he stood

maids stripped him of his clothing and clicked his