Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2997 Distance

The Demoness was a woman with beauty that was difficult to describe. She didn't dress as provocatively as one might expect for a woman with such a name, but it also didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

Her cherry lips accented her violet eyes beautifully. Her hair was like a cascade of maroon with lavender highlights. And her dress, black as the night, danced slowly in the wind as though replaying the shadows of her swaying hips.

She was an objectively perfect woman in physical form, as though Existence had personally carved her. There wasn't a spot of age on her face, and she looked to be a woman that had just hit her truest prime, not being a day over the age of 25.

Although she wasn't standing at the center of the group, she was still the center of attention, especially when one considered the hint of demonic aura she exuded from those curling horns on her head that looked more like carefully carved jade braids, to the wisps of darkness that sung around her.

Her cherry lips parted into a smile, and at that moment, the darkness in the skies seemed to brighten.

She looked down on Leonel almost dotingly, as though she had seen her favorite little pawn and wanted to give it a little reward. If Leonel didn't realize what happened by now, he would be too much of a fool. The act of enraging him through the use of Fiora's body was obviously all for this moment.

The actions of the Gods after that moment, continuously sending their senses over, sending over probes and armies, was precisely what destabilized the barrier enough that there was no chance of holding back the God Realm any longer.

this was also her way of preparing for the future. After all, she needed someone that she could control to goad Leonel

Demoness. But what he did know was that the scope of the Demoness' plan was out of his reach. It was impossible for

Demi-God Realm in his palm, but he was just

was busy toying with Demi-Gods and enraging Gods, he was playing right into the Demoness' hands, allowing the final pieces to fall in place.

more the God Realm "corrupted" the Demi-God Realm and

even cared much about the end of Existence. He was more worried about saving his family, his friends. He wanted them to live out happy lives. He wasn't perfect, and he was still a young man subject to the thoughts of a young man. He still felt somewhere inside that he was practically immortal

was that it would be forced to be his problem. In the end, even if he didn't want it to be… the Northern Star no longer had millions of years left. It seemed to

eyes, almost like a parent telling a child that it wasn't yet time for them to be

silence, looking up into the skies. He didn't seem bothered by the Demoness any longer, because in

the game long before him. He was quite literally born onto her chessboard. There was nothing he could have done to escape fully, and if not for the sacrifice of his father, he wouldn't have even had the right to start his

that point… was there anything left to fear? Did he need to care about such things? She would have no choice but to start a new game now if