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.

they had no guarantee of winning. Even from so far away, they

that everything would be resolved before it came to that, but they had

could such a thing be resolved by a

break free of their shackles with them, it had only been

predictive skills were just as good as they

...

solemn as the Emberheart couple. The Dwarven Race had hidden for so long, but they had never

little Pixie walked in with a stormy momentum. The wind

one as well, her wings flapping delicately

five feet tall, and yet her aura seemed much larger than

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

any other weapon in

When they sensed her murderous aura, they looked at one another and smiled

minds to explain when their

Creation State.

had actually succeeded. An Eighth Dimensional existence with a Creation State Force. Just what sort

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

and they could only smile even more

it would have taken

she was

couple didn't get a