Dimensional Descent

It struck them all like a bolt of lightning. The only reason the Life Tablet would be here was if...

"You..."

Leonel flipped another palm, and a Silver Tablet appeared.

The surrounding Spirituals felt their worlds crumbling apart.

Impulsive?

Leonel was the most fearsome character they had ever seen in their lives.

They only realized now that Leonel had to have lost to Lady Emberheart on purpose. How could he have lost if the battle was so close, even without him using the Life Tablet?

They only now realized that Flaura had been single-handedly devastated by Leonel's scheme, that her entire life was shredded apart because she dared to offend him. The only reason they weren't on the losing end was because he made them a convenient pawn of their game.

They only now realized that... a war of Demi-Gods and Gods had been triggered by this young man before them alone.

"The world doesn't know it yet," Leonel began with a smile as he put his tablets away, "but I'm the last person who you would want to be the enemy of. Even when I'm impulsive, I win."

**

News of the Ma'at Bubbles' apology spread like wildfire, and soon the details began to be understood as well.

No one knew of the exact strength of Lady Emberheart, but the fact that at the Sixth Dimension Leonel could defeat both her and her husband handedly spoke volumes about his current strength.

He seemed to have disappeared for more than a year, but when he came back, he did so with a swift vengeance that swept through the Mortal Bubbles once again.

However, the war still ruled the world of Demi-Gods.

that an existence that had been

Shan'Rae.

...

Her body shook uncomfortably, a frown marring her features, or so it seemed. In reality, when a Void Race member

continued to rage on, but she was truly entirely

of a skirmish and

the air,

the most shocking to the Owlan was that their body was still in place. A vortex-like

stood looming, seeming to grab the air. And yet, it was clear to everyone that she had grasped onto

their souls

on a completely different level. The Owlan didn't even have the chance to resist before he felt his airway being

combined. He was a true warrior of the Ninth Dimension, and though he didn't have even a

it didn't seem to matter at

Sixth Dimension God Race

Morales. Where

Shan'Rae asked indifferently.

Owlan constricted. This question didn't make any sense to them. They were so lost in battle that they hadn't thought

they have thoughts about the boy that had been humiliated? They didn't have the bandwidth to

a question," Shan'Rae said

"... I-don't-know-"

Crack.

neck snapped, and silence

"None of you know?"

ran through

"Then die."

hands,

miniature black holes appeared across the battlefield. They tried to dodge, but it was

black holes only rotated slightly as they all

their heads had disappeared along with