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

spare any words for Aliard. He found it to be a waste of his

widened before a sinister light shone in his eyes. He thought that Leonel was foolish trying to use such a

the strength of Leonel's

of someone in the Third Dimension? It was

thought of a

can't be..

things that the others of Camelot had not. After all, he wasn't a part of the original legend, he

of this

the Fourth Dimension with the mind unless the body was strong enough. Doing so without a solid foundation would lead to one imploding in on

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

or a Lineage

for Aliard, Leonel had not just one of these things,

felt his memories being eaten away at. No matter how hard he fought back, Leonel's mind was

was a truly sinister technique. A more accurate title would most definitely be [Mind

was searching was completely inaccurate. The truth of what Leonel was doing was ingesting

build a bridge between his mind and Aliard's. This meant that when he found a memory to be useless, rather than it remaining

minds have been of similar strength, this bridge would cause a tug of war to erupt. However, Leonel's mind was so much stronger than Aliard's that

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

didn't spare the brain-dead man a single glance. He closed his eyes, organizing and sifting through

fairly low on the totem pole. Still, for an organization that just expected Leonel to hand over all evidence of their crimes, they didn't

the organization he was

Shield Cross Stars.

force of the universe. Its duty

handing in evidence of their wrongdoing was the very