Chapter 2893 Back (2)

Chapter 2893 Back (2)

Minerva carelessly threw the corpse to the side as the other discarded Ancestors watched on in horror.

The last of her grievances vanished, and at that moment, her aura flourished. She took a deep breath and her presence soared, her Dream Force leaving the Lower Creation State behind and entered the Middle Creation State.

At the same time, a crown of silvery-pink appeared above her head. Her gorgeous wings shone resplendently and the scars that marred her face ugly faded away.

When she opened her eyes once again, her crown still seemed to have not faded... or rather, it seemed to not want to fade.

She had said it many times before.

She was an Empress.

This was what she deserved, and she would take it with her own hands.

With light steps, she returned to her parents' side, a pair of Owlans she had thought had died long ago. But what she hadn't known was that the erasure of her lineage, at least in part, was out of necessity.

Leonel had guessed right.

Many of the Owlans wanted to distance themselves from the Minervas so as not to enrage the Gods... but not all of them were cowards.

It just wasn't yet time.

And in an irony of all ironies, it wasn't a God forcing their hand now, but rather a child of the Human Race.

The rest of the Ancestors were herded away. Although they were far weaker than this secret legion, they were still all Ninth Dimensional, Creation State existences that couldn't be underestimated.

Elysium had allowed Minerva to kill Solarius and his family line in one part because he was truly disgusted by his actions, and in second part because he knew that this would be the final barrier Minerva needed to breakdown to reach a new level.

There were three pillars of strength in this world. Force Manipulation, Dimension, and Constitution.

The last was the most complex, as it incorporated everything from Race to Race Grade, and even perfect variations of talent within.

But it could also be said to be the one that held the greatest weight when all else was equal.

Among them there were several more powerful than Minerva.

Leonel sat in silence, sparks flying through his Dreamscape.

'Is that what they want to do...?'

Leonel found that he was unable to probe deeply into Owlan territory anymore. The only explanation for this was that Dream Force experts far more powerful than himself had appeared, and that alone was fearsome enough.

This was to say that he couldn't even begin to eavesdrop on the conversation that had just happened, but he had already guessed that a scenario like this might happen.

The moment he realized that Minerva's name was picked for a reason, the rest fell into place.

No, what Leonel had really been doing all this time was traveling across these lands to see if there was anything special he could find about them.

He couldn't seem to find anything at all, but then he had a thought.

Wasn't it odd that the Fallen God Beasts and Owlans were working with the Variant Invalids?

That alone was weird enough. Working with the one Race that everyone across Existence absolutely hated was a ... choice, to be certain.

The reality was that if the Gods found out about this, it might not just be the Void Race attacking right now.

What would make such a risk worth it?

When he thought about it that way, the answer was all too obvious.

Incomplete Worlds.

He had been too focused on the Bubbles, and not enough on what Incomplete Worlds might be around.

When he took a step back, entered the void, and saw the scale of it all, his gaze couldn't help but flicker wildly.

'It seems the Minerva Race is back.'

What he saw now, even he wasn't capable of just yet.

Only the strongest Crafting Race of the Humanoids could possibly think of something like this.