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.

no guarantee of winning. Even from

before it came to that, but they

a thing be resolved by

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

could only stand helplessly. Hoping that Leonel's predictive skills were just as good as they had proven themselves to

...

the Emberheart couple. The Dwarven Race had hidden for so long, but they

stormy momentum. The wind around

as beautiful as a fairy, and looked quite like one as well, her wings flapping

larger than that, especially when one glanced

halberd was over eight feet long, nearly double her height. And yet,

this young woman couldn't possibly wield any other weapon in this world. The halberd

of their granddaughter. When they sensed her murderous aura, they looked at one

opened their minds to explain when

Creation State.

with a Creation State Force. Just what sort of concept was

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

had accomplished was unprecedented, and they could only smile even more

not for the Forgetful Orb, it would have taken Lumielle several more

now she was

get a chance to explain before their granddaughter