Dimensional Descent

Dark Cloud Prison descended into mania. One of the six sections completely collapsed, leaving a scene one thought should have been a catastrophe. But, while some did indeed die, the resulting explosion was rather controlled. It was obvious to any third party observer that this was all planned, down to the final dotted 'i' and crossed 't'.

"Hohoho." Lionel chuckled.

[Author's Note: from now on, whenever referring to 'Leonel', I will write it as Lionel. They are pronounced the same so it should help with the flow of the story. But, do keep in mind that this 'Leonel' has a name spelled and said the exact same way as our favorite MC]

Lionel sat on the damp cell floor, his arms wrapped around his body. Of course, this wasn't by choice. The straitjacket they forced him to stay in was made of materials far tougher than Kevlar. As though that wasn't enough, it was reinforced with several locks and chains. Even if he wanted to unwind his arms, he didn't have the luxury.

One would think that they would at least let him out to take a shower, but he didn't have this luxury either. Rather, every time the stink got to be too much, they'd bathe him in UV type light and send him on his way.

The result of this treatment for almost two decades now was a man who smelt somewhat like one part vegetable left to dry beneath the sun for too long and another part cured meat.

In the darkness, it was hard to see his face at all. Or, rather, he had a habit of speaking with his head lowered, his messy hair covering much of his face. However, if the guards had a choice, they'd prefer him to keep his head lowered just like this.

"So close." Lionel continued to chuckle. "If that blast was 2% stronger I would be free. What a shame, what a shame."

The rookie guard felt a cold chill at the back of his neck, the ground still trembling beneath their feet.

"What...?"

The rookie guard began to speak, but his next words were caught in his throat when he saw the unsightly expression on his partner's face.

"W... what is it?"

The rookie suddenly entered high alert, his hand hovering over his weapon.

breaths, trying to calm himself, his gaze

others saw his actions, they would think that he was insane. Why he was so focused on a man who couldn't move an inch... maybe only those of Dream Cloud Prison would

slowly. Stay on high alert.

rookie guards pupils

"You mean...?"

whatever

cold shiver traveled up the rookie's

first thing any new guards of Dark Cloud Prison were taught was the importance of information. This wasn't a lesson about learning as much as you could. No, it was a lesson in keeping as

Most couldn't even remember a world outside of these walls. In fact, their

should have been from their short time as

matter in particular that they wanted to keep from these

Paradise Islands above Dark Cloud Province. Even guards were diligently trained in combat without their abilities. From day one of training, they were

guard was saying to use any means

rookie's breathing couldn't help but grow shallow, a cold sweat slowly trickling down

need for such caution? Didn't I already say

The veteran's jaw steeled.

learn

moment before his laughter returned, stronger than before. His hair dangled across his face, vibrating to

veteran guards countenance became more chilly, still

what else can you expect from me? My street smarts are

the name Leonel Morales from?" The guard continued coldly, trying to buy time for the rookie to inch away and

his laughter didn't come. An eerie silence hung over the cell as

own mother before you ripped me

voice didn't carry any sort of emotion to the point it sounded somewhat mechanical, as though it was a automated message rather than