Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked through the void, his steps slow and steady. He was unhurried, his mind churning.

He could see through this path forward from the very beginning. He knew that once things had reached this stage, they would eventually force the Invalids to take action. And there was a very good reason for that.

The Gods.

Or more accurately, in this case, Gods that had ascended from Mortal Races.

Under normal circumstances, the likes of the Void Race and others of their stature would be happy to ignore this situation for a while, allowing the Invalids to run rampant and clear out more Mortal Realms to allow Existence's burden to lessen and slow the approach of the Northern Star.

However, this wouldn't be so easy to do.

The God Realms had their own laws, and the Invalids were well known to be the enemies of Existence. They were hated even more than the Fawkes of the past.

Everyone was meant to take up arms to wipe out the Invalids. Something like using them just for the sake of convenience would be going against their own doctrines.

Of course, rules were dead, and the powerful decided everything. And that was where the Gods of the Mortal Races came into play.

How could these Existences just sit back and do nothing as their descendants were slaughtered?

They would certainly pressure the other God Races to make a decision on the matter, and even if the God Races dragged their feet, these Gods would be well within their right to take personal action. After all, it would no longer be breaking the rules of the God Courts.

Leonel understood this, and so did the Owlans, Fallen God Beasts, and most certainly the Variant Invalids who had been hiding away from the God Realms all this time.

did the

opening up of a passage from the God Realm to the

also obviously a

truth was that even if the Mortal Race Gods pressured the God Court to make a decision, it

their list of targets, and it would likewise force Leonel to appear in a

take this action,

excuse the coordination of

it would take years. In fact, he felt that one year was still

will end in

because he couldn't wipe out all the Invalids left in the Incomplete Worlds, he had

the timeline he had to work with quite

months, but three months was pushing it. There might have to be

pushed this thought down, his gaze still completely

only one path out of this and he would have to

he was at it, he might as well lure out some scurrying

moment, Leonel appeared high above the Human Bubble, standing on its dimensional edges as though he was truly balancing

invasion of the Invalids was already in full swing. It was clear that what Leonel had done to protect the coordinate of the Human Bubble hadn't been permanent, nor very

make it here so fast, it could only mean that they had

here far outnumbered the amount he could have found

let alone three months, the barrier would last a

this from above, the glow of the formation beneath

wanted to get a feel for not only

Worlds and their Anarchic Force... would they clash or help his