Dimensional Descent

"What are you doing?" Aina asked, barely stifling a laugh.

Leonel stood before her, cupping her breasts and stopping her from getting dressed. It looked like he was trying to use his palms as scales, and it left her speechless.

"Measuring, measuring," Leonel said almost a little too seriously, "they've gotten bigger, I swear. But a little less dense, peculiarly enough. I need to make some adjustments."

Aina gave Leonel a playful pat on the forehead with a palm.

"Be serious. We have war to go to."

She seemed to be excited. Now that her desires had been vented, the only thing left was battle lust, but Leonel was still delaying. How could she not feel anxious?

"Relax, relax..." Leonel continued to mutter.

Then he took out the uniform he had given her, formed from the white tiger's tail and began to make adjustments.

As he did so, he shook his head. This material was really no good anymore. It was far too weak for Aina's current strength.

Still, by the time Leonel finished, that didn't stop the white and black military uniform and boots from shimmering with a gorgeous light.

Even with inferior materials, it radiated an aura of absolute majesty. By this point, it would surely light up far more than 18 runes on the Truth Pillars. But Leonel didn't seem to be satisfied.

"We'll have to slaughter some of the other beasts on the way."

Aina giggled and shook her head. "Fine, fine, fine. Okay, let's go!"

didn't ask why Leonel had said

the side of the Owlans and Fallen God Beasts? Why were they killing the beasts for their

she didn't question

to sow chaos, she would be there. With the two of them present, did it matter who

...

was the

was the core of their territory, but unlike Mortal Races that had their power scattered across several kingdoms and empires, the Owlans, who were

Set Bubble was one of the nine Bubbles beneath the majesty of the Owlan Bubble. The ten Bubbles together formed a formation in the void that acted as a defensive front. It could be said that if any one of them fell, it would compromise the others, and expose the most

the one that was the

Osirian Bubbles were in the worst situations. All three were locations that Shan'Rae had been to,

others, but

the Owlans. He didn't need to be

that meant that in his eyes, she wasn't

foot into the Set Bubble, he closed

valiantly by his side, her gaze flashing with black lightning as she held her excitement back. She could practically smell the blood in

over at Leonel. She covered her lips with a palm

had made such a big deal about getting her armor and uniform in line, but when he finished, he just slipped on a pair of grey sweatpants and didn't even

Race knew that Leonel had come to ruin their days while wearing this,

opened.

wild grin spread across