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.

of winning. Even from so

resolved before it came to that, but

thing be resolved by

them, it had only been a few weeks since then. It

now, they could only stand helplessly. Hoping that Leonel's predictive skills were

...

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

moment, a valiant little Pixie walked in with a stormy momentum. The wind around her rampaged, thrumming with a contradictorily life-filled,

well, her wings flapping delicately as she walked through

much larger than that, especially when one glanced at the halberd in her

looked ridiculous in her hands. The halberd was over eight feet long, nearly double her height. And yet, while one's eyes told them one thing, their hearts spoke different

weapon in this world. The halberd was made for

aback by the sudden appearance of their granddaughter. When they sensed

minds to explain when their expressions

Creation State.

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

aside from the Human Race themselves. And even then, the Dwarven Race had by far the weakest history of the Races. At the very least, the Humans had once been monsters feared by even some

unprecedented, and they could only smile even

all of this because of Leonel? If not for the Forgetful Orb, it

now she was pissed

the old couple didn't get a chance to explain before their granddaughter spoke