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.

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

be resolved before it came to that, but they had a

thing be resolved by

for the Spirituals to break free of their shackles with them, it had only been a

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

...

with impressions that were just as solemn as the Emberheart couple. The Dwarven Race had hidden

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

a fairy, and looked quite like one as well, her wings flapping delicately as she walked through the

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

long, nearly double her height. And yet, while one's eyes told

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

sudden appearance of their granddaughter. When they sensed her

their minds to explain when their

Creation State.

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

of the Mortal Races 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

was unprecedented, and they could only

Leonel? If not for the Forgetful Orb, it would have

now she was

get a chance to explain before their granddaughter