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.

deep breaths, trying to calm

Why he was so focused on a man who couldn't move an inch... maybe only those of Dream Cloud Prison

Stay on high alert. If needed,

guards pupils

"You mean...?"

whatever

shiver traveled up the rookie's

Prison were taught was the importance of information. This wasn't a lesson about learning as much as you could. No, it was

Prisoners were incarcerated from the time they were toddlers to the day of their deaths. Most couldn't even remember a world outside of these walls. In fact, their only interactions with

prisoners had should have been from their short time as members of society... in fact, that went for all their

this said, there was one matter in particular that they wanted to keep from

Cloud Province. Even guards were diligently trained in combat without their abilities. From day one of training, they were drilled in the fact that use of one's abilities

was saying to use any means

grow shallow, a cold sweat slowly trickling down

for such caution? Didn't I

The veteran's jaw steeled.

did you learn about

for a moment before his laughter returned, stronger than before.

countenance became more chilly, still taking slow

expect from me? My street smarts are still a bit lacking, I've seen

continued coldly, trying to buy time for the rookie to

froze. But this time, his laughter didn't come. An eerie silence hung over the cell as

hear it? From the lips of my own mother before you ripped me away

the point it sounded somewhat mechanical, as though it was a automated message rather