Dimensional Descent

Little Nana realized that this was an opportunity that Leonel had grasped for her, and she unleashed a delicate roar. With a rush of energy, the spirit of the Adurna shield was wrestled back into her control. The split in space opened wide, and she reached out her little hands, grasping the spirit and pressing it against her chest. Little Nana felt a sharp pain, but she gritted her teeth as blood seeped through them. The spirit rampaged through her Nodal Pathways as though trying to find room for itself and then rushed upward, spiraling through her spinal cord, digging into her brain, and plunging into her Ethereal Glabella. Tears of crimson fell from Little Nana’s eyes, and she seemed about to die at any moment. It was ultimately too much for her. However, she continued to grit her teeth. Even though she knew that she would die, she would definitely take this spirit with her. Although it couldn’t be destroyed, she could fling it somewhere the Adurna would never be able to find without millions more years of effort. At the very least, then, she would have done her part. The Four Spirits were weapon souls; this much was obvious enough. But this didn’t do justice to the kind of shocking reality this was. The Life Grade was known as the pinnacle of craftsmanship, and it was a process of melding ingredients so perfectly that a treasure could act much like a novel Force of its own, having its own tendencies and personality. However, these so-called tendencies and personalities were just illusions, much the same for Forces. A long while ago, Leonel had stumbled onto a mine that had sucked an entire region dry of its resources because of its so-called “personality.” However, was the Force a real living thing? Absolutely not. Rather, it was more like a law of the universe, and it had instincts that followed those laws. The weapons of the Life Grade were much the same. Not one of Leonel’s Crafts was going to just get up and start talking to him any time soon. These Spirits, however… well, they still weren’t true living existences and were just bundles of instinct. The difference was that they didn’t rely on materials but were self-sufficient. They were a weapon that existed at the very pinnacle of the Life Grade because rather than gaining their instinct through the fusion of several already existing Forces and Ores, they gained them through… Idols. The Four Spirits of the Four Great Families were Inherited Idols Crafted into weapons, and by virtue of this, they were an existence that stood on a level all their own when it came to other Life Grade weapons. Although they weren’t considered God Armaments because they didn’t necessarily meet the requirements outside of special circumstances, they were no weaker than the top God Armaments on the list, and maybe even more powerful than them. And, what was most shocking was that as Idols, they were capable of giving one access to the power of an Idol, but there was a weakness… The so-called special circumstance needed for them to be used as God Armaments relied on bloodline purity. Part of the reason the Four Great Families were so obsessed with purity was because this was the only way to make use of the Armaments. Unfortunately for Little Nana, the Spirit was dissatisfied with her Bloodline Purity. But it was only a bundle of instincts. Since it was dissatisfied, it could only make room for itself the only way it knew, and that had led to Little Nana’s body reaching a half-dead state. Leonel saw this and wanted to help, but before he could even think of a method, he was already being besieged. Several battleship cannons aimed toward him, and the feeling of danger spiked. If these battleships scaled anything like the starships of the Dimensional Verse, the danger didn’t need to be explained. If just one of these cannons landed squarely, a God like Evergreen would be easily blasted to smithereens. Plus, he was such a large target right now. Leonel’s gaze became cold. He would just have to trust Little Nana to take the next steps on her own. However, he did say something first. “Don’t let a lifeless shell dictate what you can and can’t do.” Leonel’s voice penetrated into Little Nana’s mind as he suddenly slammed his palms together. The world thrummed and shook as an enormous golden key appeared and slammed down before him. Just when it seemed like Leonel was about to use this key to set up a Domain, he actually slammed out a palm and shattered it. Right now, he was too large to use his usual weapons… so he would just have to make a new one. He grabbed at the air, and Tolliver, who had been dormant, hiding away in his Ethereal Glabella, suddenly thrummed with life. From deep within Owlan territory, the two Truth Pillars seemed to have sensed something and soared into the skies. … On the ground, Aina’s gaze was slowly solidifying. She looked at the enormous golden figure in the skies that was her husband. Fluttering white feathers with an aura of gold cascaded around him, and despite being the weakest of Dimension on this entire battlefield, he still managed to be the center of attention. She coughed and wiped the last bit of blood from her body, her state already returning to over 90%. In that case, she would have to stop moping around and do her part. Her heart thrummed, and her manifestation appeared high in the skies once again. But this time… it, too, was holding the Brazinger battle ax. Aina’s aura soared to a new level entirely, and she took a step forward. She really wanted to see if the Primordial Terror would still dare to stop her from killing. … Leonel’s gaze blazed with battle intent, and he waved a hand, the World Spirit of the golden key being wrestled into his control as bits and pieces of its former form whipped about. “Come!” He roared. At that moment, the two Pillars of Truth rushed toward him.