Dimensional Descent

The change was so abrupt that hardly anyone knew how they should react to the suddeness. In one moment devastating pressure was hanging over Earth, and in the next, it was as though it had been washed away by the warmth of a protector.

The life and death of the warriors who had just been valiantly riding the air ship were completely unknown. Many the only person who was aware of the answer to the question aside from the men themselves was Emperor Fawkes.

The hand slowly faded from the skies, but the voice of the Emperor didn't, hanging in the air for just a moment longer.

"… Leonel, you've avoided this old man for long enough, don't you think?"

These words lingered, reverberating through the minds of all those who heard it.

Leonel himself didn't move for a long while as though he couldn't hear the words of this grandfather of his at all. Instead, he had the same thought for the second time that day. In fact, this time, it reverberated in his mind with an even greater fervor.

'Is this what power is?'

Leonel suddenly felt a small hand slip into his. This time, it didn't wash away all the discomfort he was feeling, but at the very least, it gave him something to lean upon somewhat.

His gaze shifted from the skies to the petite young lady standing to his side. Something about her presence gave him the room he needed to breathe easier.

Leonel squeezed her hand lightly.

'Little Blackstar.'

side. Before Pisces could react, she found

mink flashed, appearing to stand on Leonel's shoulder with a beating heart in

the shocked Pisces, its little paws digging into

in horror, her body

"Why… Why me…"

in this way. She had just wanted to grow stronger. Wasn't she allowed

his own strokes

over the horizon. But, from start to finish, Elorin didn't make a

and even hearing that he had specifically stepped out to protect Leonel… Which

index finger continued to twitch, illusions of slicing the little mink in two replaying in

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as grand as Leonel remembered. Though he had only appeared before it for a moment previously, it was most definitely enough for him to never forget the impression it had left on him.

the Palace, Leonel would have found it far more difficult to ignore the fact a battle was still raging

wasn't as explosive as it had been when Leonel first stepped foot onto it, with what remaining just being petty skirmishes, but it was a battle theless. Leonel almost felt bad for flying over it without lifting a finger to

time. Though it seemed that everything had already been handled, Leonel was far from naïve enough

world. Despite the fact a war for a world

wrapping their minds around the strength Emperor Fawkes

Leonel landed before the Palace, he found that the roads paved of wealth that led to its doors were lined with warriors, each exuding a dangerous aura. It felt that if even just

they all stood here, valiantly guarding the entrance of the