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.

ancient but like pulling these kind of

held the necklace pendant around his neck up to

ended up sealing both halves of Wise Star Order into this pendant. Of course, his mother didn't allow their Ancestor to fuse back into one, forcing him to remained in a weaken state with both his halves unable

never be too comfortable around this old man, no matter how

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

was you. You can't do anything to me, but you can definitely do something to Joel since I never explicitly said anything other than not harming them. Either way, from now on, no

no idea what you're talking about,

that treasure trove. I need

lip of Wise Star Order twitched. He knew that Leonel was doing this on purpose, but there was nothing

…

about that. But it was extremely well

had for him to protect his things. Luckily, Leonel now had just as much free reign in the

Leonel thought about it, the second day of the Selction had probably already ended and Myghell had likely returned, but the

only one place he could be come the

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

game of back and forth. The fact he was also hung over only made it all the more difficult, but the smile on Leonel's face

damned brat,

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

a cheeky