Dimensional Descent

The Mortal Realms were thrown into complete chaos. The appearance of so many Invalids after such a long dormancy caught almost them all off guard...

With the exception of a few.

The Human Bubble. The Ma'at Bubble. And a certain Dwarven Bubble.

By extension, the Bubble of the Moonstones were also alerted. It wasn't exactly what Leonel wanted, but there were also some objective sacrifices he had to make if he truly wanted to align with the Spirituals.

In the end, all four Bubbles were protected by formations the moment they received Leonel's signal, wasting away their generations of Dream Pavilion points for this single moment, and precisely because they knew that there wasn't another choice to be made.

However, that didn't stop them from feeling shock and awe about the accuracy of Leonel's prediction. In the end, things had really ended up like this.

...

Lady Emberheart looked out, a solemn air pinched between her furrowed brows. Her husband was by her side, wearing a very similar expression. They could feel the bombardment of the formation that covered their world, and it left them feeling suffocated.

At this rate, the formation would only hold up for a few more months at most. In fact, they'd be lucky to get more than two.

There were simply too many Invalids, and they were led by exceptionally powerful Variant Invalids that struck fear into their own hearts as well.

If even a single one of those Variant Invalids made their way in, they'd have no choice but to call out the Ancestors.

if they did so, they had no guarantee of winning. Even from so far away, they could sense the strength of these Invalids

everything would be resolved before it came to that, but

a thing be

of their shackles with them, it had only been a few weeks since then. It was impossible to change

stand helplessly. Hoping that Leonel's predictive skills were just as good as they had

...

The Dwarven Race had hidden for so long, but they had never expected to suddenly stumble into such

a valiant little Pixie walked in with a stormy momentum. The wind around her

quite like one as well, her wings flapping delicately as she walked through the air

even five feet tall, and yet her aura seemed much larger than that, especially when

looked ridiculous in her hands. The halberd was over eight feet long, nearly double her height. And yet,

was as though this young woman couldn't possibly wield any other weapon in this world. The halberd was made for her, and she for the

and Lumielle were taken aback by the sudden appearance of their granddaughter. When they sensed her murderous aura, they looked at one another

to explain when

Creation State.

An Eighth Dimensional existence with a Creation State Force. Just what

have been acceptable if she was a Demi-God genius, but she wasn't. She was born to the weakest of the Mortal Races aside from the Human Race themselves. And even then, the Dwarven Race had by far the weakest

accomplished was unprecedented, and they could

Forgetful Orb, it would have taken Lumielle several more decades to reach this stage, if not

she was

of their surprise, the old couple didn't get a chance to explain before