Within Dinsional Block #80
Isabella frowns at the massive floating cube whose edges keep detaching and moving to other spots on its body to reattach again. And as soon as she identifies it, the creature fixates its attention on her.
{Boxxar de Bolt – Bloxar of Cataclysm – Level 311}
Not this Block either.
With that thought in mind, she lets out a roar in her true form that makes the massive cube pause in its approach. Then she quickly begins flying away, not having enough ti to deal with slaughtering another Cataclysm Class monster.
She's already killed four of them by now, and all they're doing is proving wastes of her ti. Ti that could be used better searching for her son.
Unfortunately, every single one of the Dinsional Blocks she's searched thus far has had a Cataclysm Class monster still roaming the Block.
Just how many Dinsional Blocks are there?
Isabella can't help but grumble in her mind as she flies through the Dinsional Block, breaking the sound barrier in the process until she eventually reaches the next Dinsional Wall and passes through it without a care for those down below managing the wall. Then she imdiately begins spreading her senses out into the Dinsional Block, searching for a powerful presence that would mark the Block's Cataclysm Monster.
And after moving around the Block for a few hours, she finds a presence powerful enough that it might be either a Class S species or a Cataclysm Class monster. So she rushes towards them, just to find an ouroboros. The poison elent Class S species.
Without paying the ouroboros any mind, Isabella continues moving past it, surprising the user until they realize who it was that passed them and feel relief.
She continues searching through the poisonous wasteland before eventually coming upon a massive pool of purple bubbling liquid that's letting off the presence of sothing living. And after identifying it, she realizes it's the Cataclysm Class monster.
{Abyss – Toxicabyssorum of Cataclysm – Level 311}
Isabella pauses slightly at that odd na before shrugging and speeding away without even giving the Cataclysm Class monster a chance to fully wake up.
Not this Dinsional Block either. I think I underestimated how long it would take to find him.
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She grimaces at that thought as she continues speeding through the Dinsional Block straight to another wall, breaking the sound barrier in the process. And right when she enters the next Block, she lets out a sigh.
I hope it doesn't take too long to find him.
Within Dinsional Block #105
Vlad Cross Exanthir, Dinsional Leader of Dinsional Block #105, looks out across his council – one made entirely of dragonborn – and states, "Are we are all in agreent?"
"Yes," his second in command and brother, Axol Cross Exanthir, answers. "Our scouts have confird the rumors. The Reaper will not be participating in any Dinsional Wars with other Dinsional Blocks so long as we avoid involving those under her protection."
A wave of nods flow through the gathered council mbers.
"Very well," the Dinsional Leader declares. "Everyone should avoid any acts that could antagonize The Reaper and those under her protection. If they say to avoid any specific areas, then avoid them. If they wish to claim any areas after the fact, let them. Do not do anything that could bring The Reaper's blade upon our necks."
"Understood, Alpha Vlad," all of the council mbers declare while slamming their fists into their chests as a sign of respect.
"All of the top users in the Reset are currently trying to level up before they reach the breakpoint in leveling," the Dinsional Leader continues. "Tier 4. We need to get this war started and completed before that happens. Because it's then that the top users will all begin scouring other Dinsional Blocks in mass searching for Tier 4 dungeons. And we don't want them interfering with our war."
The council mbers all grimace at the thought of a bunch of users at the top of the leaderboards interjecting themselves into the war.
"We've received news that The Reaper herself is heading back to train in dungeons," the Dinsional Leader says while turning his attention to the dragonborn sitting off to the side of the council chambers. "If she were to, against what the intel suggests, interfere with the war, what do you believe your chances are at defeating her?"
The Dinsional Champion slowly opens his eyes before shaking his head and closing them again.
"Then you must avoid her at all costs," Vlad states, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do not let that whimsical Reaper decide that she feels like quieting the commotion around the Block by challenging and killing you should she see you."
A few seconds pass in silence before the Dinsional Champion quietly mutters without opening his eyes, "Understood, Father."
Vlad nods his head at his son and returns his attention to the others in the council chamber. "How do we all feel about the Dinsional Leader?"
The various dragonborn all scoff, only a single one of them bothering to answer the question, "He's a asly giant."
"Agreed," Vlad says with a nod. "Then we will bathe the giants in dragon fire. An honor for them to serve the reunion of our beloved dragonborn tribes and the great Ethan Silva, Hellfrost Dragon and son of the Ancestral Dragon."
A shout round of snorts echo through the room as the various dragonborn, creatures whose appearance is that of a humanoid being with scales, a tail, and the head of a lizard, all blow out flas from their nostrils. The sign of cheer and celebration from the tribes.
Even the Dinsional Champion's indifferent disposition cracks slightly when the corner of his mouth twitches and a puff of flas blow out of his nose.
The cheers last for several seconds before they gradually calm down again, leaving the chamber in silence.
A silence that doesn't last for long.
"Then we will make this official," Vlad Cross Exanthir. "During the next Dinsional Council eting, we shall declare war on Dinsional Block #108."
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