Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't seem to be enraged. It was more so that he had already expected as much, it was an inevitable end. Everyday he seemed to be learning about fascinating and great things, but too often these were matters that others were fully aware of, or could have been explained to him long ago.

The fact that Wise Star Order mentioned going to seek out a second Tablet after he had enough strength was enough to prove that he at least knew something about these matters, enough for him to be ready for everything Leonel was prepared to throw at him.

Wise Star Order was correct, Leonel had overestimated himself. Ten million minds mind sound like a great feat and an enormous number, but one had to remember that the gap between Dimensions was akin to the difference between mortals and Gods. By the Fifth Dimension, millions probably shouldn't even be considered a large denomination anymore.

The fact that Wise Star Order could treat it like a joke didn't really fill Leonel with humiliation. He just felt inadequate and foolish. Maybe he was an idiot for taking offense to Aina's lack of belief in him. She probably knew far more about the Dimensional Verse than he did. In that case, her reaction to his dream wasn't cruelty, it was just a dose of reality.

The harshest realization of it all was that even if Leonel was correct and ten million minds was far too much for Wise Star Order to sift through, it wouldn't matter. Even if he had caught Wise Star Order off guard, the Silver Tablet still wouldn't have been able to wipe his personality.

Leonel thought that he might be enraged when he faced death, or feel fear, in the very least. But, he didn't react those ways at all. Rather, it was almost like because he could see the 'logic' behind his death, he could accept it.

He didn't know how to feel about this. It was much less dramatic than the last time he almost died. Well, there were multiple of those times, but there were only two he could remember that truly felt so close.

The second was of course this moment right now, and the first was the day he almost died at the hands of that Mayan girl. His guilt had reached such a peak at that time that he felt like he deserved to die. In a lot of ways, it was similar to this moment in that he saw the logic in it.

Leonel was rational and logical to a fault, or at least that was the way he liked to see himself. Because of this, he could never understand why some thought themselves to be better than another. There was no objective metric by which you could judge the value of a human being, there were only various lenses you could see worth through.

in the world he was currently in… But it was exactly just that…

they entered a world where battle prowess and the

could come up with an objective metric by which to value someone,

world you live in, one liter of water would remain one liter of water. One second of time would remain one

give him the worth of a human with an objective, unadulterated and indelible number, you could never convince Leonel

with finding out what this objective metric was. His fascination with Crafts, his pursuit of unity and peace, maybe it was all because of this one

it didn't seem to matter much now. He

sighed. 'Old man, you really

The only chance he had now

knew, there was a limit to his knowledge as well.

set people apart were those were either lucky enough to never have to face the unknown, or powerful

life, he still wasn't lucky enough. And, as powerful as he thought he

still an

moment he did, for a shocked scream to

didn't seem to react to this like one should. He calmly turned his attention toward his Ethereal Glabella, the location Wise Star

"Oh, I see."