Dimensional Descent

Leonel swept a glance toward the group before him. Though there were just four of them, each had the marks of Royals on their foreheads. Leonel still wasn't exactly sure what this system of ranking meant, but just by virtue of this, he was aware of why these four had come.

However, he wasn't worried. These four didn't have any ability to take his mark of an Emperor until he chose a home and had held it in his possession for 12 hours. Since he hadn't even chosen a home yet, it was impossible for them to do so.

That said, that didn't mean they couldn't act without reward, likely in an attempt to get him to hand over the mark himself.

The four young men and women looked Leonel up and down with curiosity.

"Who are you?" One of them suddenly asked.

The speaker wore red robes matched with violet soft armor. Had Leonel been well informed, he would know that this young man came from Mirage Pavilion. However, considering his ignorance, other than noticing the well matched colors, he didn't really think anything more of it.

Leonel smiled carefreely. "My name is Leonel Morales."

In Leonel's opinion, the more people who knew his name, the better. He didn't care about what tone the speaker was using, even if he was quite condescending. All that mattered to Leonel was that more people knew his name.

The happenings of Terrain meant little to him and he also didn't particularly care about what this Brave City represented and the reason so many youths had come to this place. All he cared about was making his way back to Earth after finding Aina.

If Leonel were to say what his goals were aside from finding her, it would only be destroying the Royal Blue Fort and helping Aina get revenge. Though he didn't know the full extent of Aina's backstory, knowing that the Brazinger family had wronged her was enough for him.

Seeing Leonel's bright smile, the four were caught off guard. They had fully expected Leonel to lash out or even ignore them, giving them ample reason to stomp all over his pride.

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were opened once again. However, this time, instead of the whole gate moving, it was simply one of the inner gates. And, instead of it almost flying from its hinges as it had done just moments ago, barely a crack was formed for a tall, black armored figure to squeeze

harsh reality of comparing

breaths that it seemed he might cough

keep himself from lying flat on the dusty roads. Unfortunately, he huffed up a big mouthful of kicked

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as he watched

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BANG!

its hinges. It was clear that whatever meals this youth would be having over the next few weeks would have to be

else was laughing it up?! Come on, tell me! Where's

impossible for anyone to tell that these four youths had just been standing atop

silence, a slight smile tugging at the corner of