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…'

feel. Whether Rollan was available to be resurrected now

figure finally

how this would go. He didn't know if Elthor would still have his memories from the previous world or if he would be

years, no one had called him Leonel even once no matter how many times he introduced himself. It made him feel as though he was playing a separate character other than himself. Leonel wouldn't have

Elthor had

real and distinct possibility that Leonel might have to face. Should it

with determination. If he wanted to be a King yet couldn't even convince his first General to follow him, what kind of King could he possibly be? He might as well give up this impossible dream right here

moment, a strong cognitive dissonance hitting him from all

Leonel before him, his eyes shot

"… General…?"

so fundamental that just that form of address alone

"King."

almost immediately changed his words. It felt subconscious, like the world itself was whispering it into

"I'm

mind still felt

and clawing, yet no matter what he did or what he tried, they were all too strong for

he had yet to truly grow into his ability. In addition, he

with the outside world. So, he had to accept at this moment that he was now truly two years older and

growing into true adulthood. But, to the Dimensional Verse, especially to a Fifth Dimensional