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.

this for Aliard's sake but rather his own. The more whole Aliard's memories were, 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 true

be a waste of

was foolish trying to use such a

felt the strength

was this the strength of someone in the Third Dimension? It was

was then he thought

be.. you

After all, he wasn't a part of the original legend, he had been sent in by his organization to infiltrate

it was precisely because of this that

impossible to break into the Fourth Dimension with the mind unless the body was strong enough. Doing so without a

circulated his body was also considered to be within the Third. It

or a Lineage Factor that allowed him to circumvent

had not just one

as he felt his memories being eaten away at. No matter

truly sinister technique. A more accurate

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

style of the technique, Leonel had to build a bridge between his mind and Aliard's. This meant that when he found a memory to be useless, rather than it remaining with Aliard, it dissipated along

have been of similar strength, this bridge would cause a tug of war to erupt. However,

replaced by a complete vacancy as he fell over, drool leaking from the side

spare the brain-dead man a single glance. He closed his eyes,

was to be expected, he should have been fairly low on the

he was dealing with. The name that so many

Shield Cross Stars.

organization was actually a police force of the universe. Its duty was to protect the safety and humanitarian rights of beasts and humanoids across

had slighted by not handing in evidence of their wrongdoing was the very same organization that happened to brand him as a fugitive