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 moment that an existence that had been delayed for far

Shan'Rae.

...

into the world. Her body shook uncomfortably, a frown marring her features, or so it seemed. In reality, when a Void Race member frowned, the galaxies that formed up their bodies blinked in and out of existence

battle continued to rage on, but she

descended into the middle of a skirmish

plucked out of the air, their throat warping into her

shocking to the Owlan was that their body was still in place. A vortex-like black hole had appeared around his throat,

above, Shan'Rae still stood looming, seeming to grab the air. And yet, it was clear

struck all their souls at the same

It was like a forceful teleportation, and yet on a completely different level. The Owlan didn't even have the chance to resist before he felt his airway

was a true warrior of the Ninth Dimension, and though he didn't have even a Quasi Creation State Force, he was still at the very pinnacle of the Life

seem to matter at

this Sixth Dimension God Race youth, he didn't

Morales. Where

Shan'Rae asked indifferently.

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

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

a question," Shan'Rae said

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

Crack.

snapped, and silence

"None of you know?"

shudder ran

"Then die."

hands,

the battlefield. They tried to dodge, but it was as though it had locked onto them

holes only rotated slightly

they disappeared, their heads had disappeared