Dimensional Descent

Leonel had no choice in the matter, he could only take evasive maneuvers…

Escape.

Laughter rang out toward his back but he scurried away on a beam of light.

His useless accomplice, Joel, still clung onto him for dear life, so he had to do the only thing he could and get rid of dead weight. Joel finally woke up when he hit the ground, looking around in confusion to figure out what was going on, a chorus of laughter becoming his only backdrop.

As for Leonel, he had already vanished into the distance and down the mountain.

"Fuck you guys!"

Those words echoed from Leonel, but that only made them all laugh harder.

**

A laughter rang out in the middle of nowhere. Leonel laughed harder than he had in a long time, his eyes finally finding the tears it needed.

He wiped them away with a forearm, but the smile on his face didn't seem to have any intention of fading.

bastard, you did that, huh? You're already so ancient but like pulling these kind of pranks on kids,

around

their Ancestor to fuse back into one,

old man, no matter how chains and weights were holding him down. For all he knew, this old man had yet

idea what you're talking about. If you have certain proclivities, don't blame

can't do anything to me, but you can definitely do something to Joel since I never explicitly said

no idea what you're

me toward that treasure trove. I need to drown out this

doing this on purpose, but there was nothing he could

…

was indeed close, Wise Star Order hadn't lied about that. But it was extremely well hidden, so

advantage of the esteem and respect the Luxnix had for him to protect his things. Luckily, Leonel now had just as much free reign in the

the second day of the Selction had probably already ended and Myghell had likely returned, but the latter hadn't tried to find him. But, as far as

was only one place he could be

trove Wise Star Order was like entering a field of mines. Every corner had danger and Leonel felt a close shave with death at least three separate times, and at least eleven other times, he was almost severely injured and managed to escape

of back and forth. The fact he was also hung over only made it all the

damned brat, he's a

that Leonel was already getting used to his type of thought process. He wasn't outsmarting Wise Star Order, rather he had done a psychological evaluation on his Ancestor just based on the small amount of time they had known each other. Leonel then used his conclusions about Wise Star Order's disposition to guess what he

Wise Star Order realized this, a cheeky smirk spread across his