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.

had no way to explain how it was that Leonel had been able to accomplish what he already had.

the Humans would

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

Human Race was mobilized, the war cries of the Rapax echoed throughout

reason. It had been too long since they had been to war. The excitement bubbled up from the depths of their

Dreadmaw stood, his

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

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

path was

His skin was wrinkled

draped over his body, and his eyes looked so aged that they held a milky whiteness with just the faintest hints of blue. It was hard to distinguish between his irises

the valiant aura he exuded

third eye hidden beneath the folds of his wrinkles. He leaned forward in his chair,

through his garden and a figure appeared, he didn't even react. But it was hard to tell if it was because his senses and reflexes had deteriorated

the strongest armies of the

Oryx Emperor still didn't respond. He continued to stare off blankly into the distance before

and as though hearing a call, several female

Emperor as he

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