Dimensional Descent

Leonel appeared in the world of white fog again. But, this time, there was an extra light.

The silver tablet began to vibrate, glowing with a fierce white that made Leonel squint.

Soon afterward, a figure began to form and the lights began to wane. It didn't take Leonel much thought to recognize this figure, especially since he had consciously chosen this person to begin with.

Still, at that moment, Leonel couldn't help but be slightly in relief. If who he was resurrecting was based on what he wanted and not what he needed, then it would most definitely be Rollan. Though they had only spent two years together, Leonel felt a sort of comradery that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Whenever Leonel looked at Rollan, he couldn't help but think of James, his partner in crime for over a decade… Even though they had always had diametrically opposed personalities, they had always fit well together. Yet, after all this time, Leonel still didn't know what caused it all to change.

Leonel's thoughts on James, though, somewhat scared even himself.

When he remembered James, what he felt wasn't an unwillingness or an unfortunate emotion. Rather, it was simply a fleeting memory almost as though he was remembering a city he had visited before or a car that had caught his attention on the side of the road.

He felt so detached from his former days with James that the recalling of the memories had become less of a function of emotion and more about just how good his mind was at recalling events. It was nothing more, and nothing less.

That said, Rollan was different. Leonel felt that he was the sort of man he would fight with to his final breath. And in those last moments, he had proved that without a shadow of a doubt.

'Sit tight, Rollan. Soon I'll be able to introduce you to my someone special too…'

Rollan was available to be resurrected now or not, Elthor

finally formed

that he wasn't sure how this would go. He

these last two years, no one had called him Leonel even once no matter how many

possible that Elthor had his memories, remembered what

real and distinct possibility that Leonel might have to face. Should it happen, he would have to simply accept

first General to follow him, what kind of King could he possibly be?

eyes opened. He looked around in confusion for a moment, a strong cognitive dissonance hitting him from all sides as though

him, his eyes

"… General…?"

deepened. For some reason, he felt that calling Leonel this now felt inappropriate. Something had changed, something so fundamental that just that form of address alone left him with a bad taste in his mouth as though he

"King."

subconscious, like the world itself

"I'm no King

mind still

Generals. He had tried scratching and clawing, yet no matter what he did or what

to Leonel, and quite easily at that. Despite having access to Chaotic Particle Force, he had yet to truly grow into his ability. In addition, he was born in

to one with the outside world. So, he had to accept at this moment that he

to the Dimensional Verse, especially