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.

these intelligent scholars had no way to explain how it was that Leonel had been able to accomplish what he already had. Who were they to say

guessed that the Humans would ever come

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

mobilized, the war cries of the Rapax echoed throughout the skies. They

from the depths of their souls and they formed a tide that rushed toward the Ancient Battlefield. Practically the

them, Dreadmaw stood,

an incredibly pure race, so they were more sensitive

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

only path

skin was wrinkled and long, grizzled

with

aura he exuded was

the moment, he 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 somewhat like a mage's staff keeping

it was hard to tell if it was because his senses and reflexes had deteriorated so much, or if

the Ancient Battlefield. Mobilize the strongest armies of the Oryx. We are

and the old Oryx Emperor still didn't respond. He continued

across the whole of the Oryx Domain, and as though hearing

appeared before the Oryx Emperor

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