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…'

to worry about the guilt he'd feel. Whether Rollan was available to be resurrected now or not, Elthor was still the

moment, the figure finally formed and Elthor's face

truth was that he wasn't sure how this would go. He didn't know if

all, during these last two years, no one had called him Leonel even once no matter how many times he introduced himself. It made

was the last potentially unfortunate circumstance. It was also possible that Elthor had his memories, remembered what happened, recognized Leonel, yet

Leonel might have to face. Should it happen, he would

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

for a moment, a strong cognitive dissonance hitting him from all sides as

Leonel before him, his eyes shot

"… General…?"

reason, he felt that calling Leonel this now felt inappropriate. Something had changed, something so fundamental that just

"King."

changed his words. It felt subconscious, like the world itself was whispering

grinned. "I'm

Elthor's mind still

was being dragged away by his Kingdom's Generals. He had tried scratching and clawing, yet no matter what he did or what he tried, they were all too

having access to Chaotic Particle Force, he had yet to truly grow into his ability. In addition, he

stepping out of the Zone, Leonel realized that the time had been one to one with the outside world. So, he had to accept

21 was already an age he should be growing into true adulthood. But, to the Dimensional Verse,