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.

by a certain Variant Invalid King, this was also her way of preparing for the future. After all, she needed someone that she could control to goad Leonel into exposing himself. Fiora was the easiest candidate as she was someone that the Demoness had been manipulating since she was

and the Demoness. But what he did know was that the scope of the Demoness' plan

would have felt despair at this point. How could you not? Leonel was intelligent enough to play the entire Demi-God Realm in his palm, but he was just playing on a smaller board in the middle of the Demoness' much

playing right into the Demoness' hands,

"corrupted" the Demi-God Realm and evolved it toward Godhood, the more Existence aged right before

He wasn't perfect, and he was still a young man subject to

would be forced to be his problem. In the end, even if he didn't want it to be… the Northern Star no

staring at him with those playful, doting eyes, almost like a parent telling

this time, Leonel didn't fly into a rage. He stood there in silence, looking up into the skies. He didn't seem bothered by the

started the game long before him. He was quite literally born onto her chessboard. There was nothing he could have

need to care about such things? She would have no choice but to start a new game now if she wanted to face off against him, and this time, there would be no advantages to be