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.

an existence that

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

continued to rage on,

of a skirmish and

of the air, their throat

their body was still in place. A vortex-like black hole had

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

their souls

of ability was this? It was like a forceful teleportation, and yet on a completely different level. The Owlan didn't

battlefield, a man with more military merits than half of them combined. He was a true warrior of the Ninth Dimension, and though he didn't have even a Quasi Creation State Force, he was still

it didn't seem to matter at

God Race

Morales. Where is

Shan'Rae asked indifferently.

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

had been humiliated? They

a question," Shan'Rae said

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

Crack.

snapped, and silence

"None of you know?"

shudder ran

"Then die."

her hands, and

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

holes only rotated slightly as

heads had