Dimensional Descent

The moment things clicked into place, Leonel felt that the rough surface of the Memory Ore had suddenly become smooth once again. He smiled lightly, knowing that he had come to the right conclusion.

Now that Leonel thought about it, he probably could have asked the dictionary to do it all for him. On a distant world, Uncle Montez was definitely choking on his drink.

The test of the Memory Ore was meant to be completed individually. The dictionary was definitely something the person who created it wouldn't have taken into account and it would have been nothing short of cheating to make use of it.

Either way, the dictionary might have been able to direct a solution, but the deft control of Dream Force it took to implement it was a different story entirely. There was nothing that it could do about that.

Leonel's mind delved into the Memory Ore once again. This time, however, it felt as though he was witnessing the birth of a gorgeous and clear picture. Compared to the jumbled mess there was before, it felt like Leonel was going from reading the scribbles of a toddler to the master works of a world renowned writer.

Leonel had always thought that a Memory Ore had to be 'read'. But now he knew it was something you experienced and felt.

The best way he would describe it was like ringing a tuning a fork. Depending on the size and material, a resonance of sound would be produced. A Memory Ore was like this… But for the mind's eye.

The Memory Ore resonated like it had been rung under the influence of Leonel's Dream Force. The result was a vivid picture being painted in his mind. Leonel realized then that it would always be obvious when he had come to the right conclusion. Only this conclusion could make the Memory Ore sing like this.

Suddenly, Leonel didn't just have a location in mind, but he could feel it.

was that he didn't get the chance to go toward that location. He couldn't even react before the sparse Force around him began to

widen before all the Force on the small, desolate planet he was on whooshed toward

though the small planet was forming an eye of its own all around a tiny

Then… It all vanished.

small crater left. As for Leonel… He was nowhere

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in the Fifth or

shapes and sizes, following

paths as though they had minds of their own. If one observed closely, they even seemed to follow orbital-like patterns of their own, slowly and subtly shifting through the deep skies as they weaved

a thing, it had a maddening sort of order to it that everyone involved seemed completely used

lanes to reach their desired planet. And, still others like the small

Yuri managed to find a lane toward the planet violet planet with silver lands, following along the congestion. Despite the traffic, she was

Folds of Reality. Doing such a thing was incredibly dangerous and many died doing so. This was why no one casually

one was going to do so, the easiest way would be to use a top quality talisman. At least this way, the

the same coldness it had when she exited her very first Zone, the very eyes she had had when she killed Conrad. If Yuri had to pick a moment, that was

that Aina was consumed with thoughts of