Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't spare any more thoughts toward Jerach. He didn't feel that it was a shame nor did he feel any sense of self pity. He was already focusing on another task already. This was just the kind of person Leonel was.

At most, Leonel was now certain that there was something important about his home world he needed to find out on this planet. Though he didn't know exactly what it was, he would be able to find out.

But, first...

Leonel locked himself into the same top floor room of his Abode. He split one portion of his mind to monitor Zilar's situation and another to make sure that the little mink was alright, then he prepared to enter the Lab Setting.

Just as he was doing so, his lip curled as he sensed a fiery pillar of darkness shoot into the skies as the little mink claimed an abode of his own.

Of course, this was done through the little guy's connection with Leonel. So, technically, it was Leonel claiming another. But, it brought a smile to Leonel's face regardless before he once again became serious.

He didn't care about what commotion this would cause, he had something much more important in mind.

Now that he had broken into the Fourth Dimension with his Spirit Pressure, he could search Aliard's mind without worrying about the consequences.

Leonel entered the Lab Setting and brought out the snowglobe that held Aliard. With a thought, the mental mage appeared, still shackled by illusory chains.

Aliard coughed violently, his gaze showing hints of confusion as he looked around.

When he looked up and saw Leonel standing above him, a hint of rage and trepidation could be seen in his eyes.

Over this period of time, Leonel had been allowing the Suspended Animation ability of the Segmented Cube to slowly heal Aliard. So, compared to the manic state the mental mage had been in before, he was much better now.

Of course, Leonel had no idea how rare treasures that could heal mental injuries were. If he did, he would know that he had taken the Segmented Cube for granted once more.

the easier things would be on him. If he was picking through memory fragments, it would be a pain and maybe even difficult to piece together the

Aliard. He found it to be a waste of his

trying to use such a technique on a mental mage like him. He almost salivated at the thought of turning

strength of Leonel's Spirit Pressure,

the strength of someone in the Third Dimension? It

was then he thought

can't be.. you

others of Camelot had not. After all, he wasn't a part of the original legend, he had been sent in

of this

body was strong enough. Doing so without a solid

circulated his body was also considered to be within the Third. It shouldn't have been possible to do

Lineage Factor

not just one

away at. No matter how hard he fought back,

Search] was a truly sinister technique. A more accurate

inaccurate. The truth of what Leonel was doing was ingesting all the memories that were useful to him and discarding all

that when he found a memory to be useless, rather than it remaining with Aliard, it dissipated along the bridge, leaving Aliard

would cause a tug of war to erupt.

soon became dullness, then was replaced by a complete vacancy as he fell over,

closed his eyes, organizing and sifting through

know much. However, this much was to be expected, he should have been fairly low on the totem pole. Still, for an organization that just expected Leonel to hand over all evidence of their crimes, they

organization he was dealing with. The name that so

Shield Cross Stars.

unlucky he was. This so-called Shield Cross Stars organization was actually a police force of the universe. Its duty was to protect the safety and humanitarian rights of beasts

the same organization he had slighted by not handing in evidence