Dimensional Descent

Aina's fragrance lingered in the air. Even when Leonel couldn't seem to hear or see anything else, this scent alone was imprinted onto his mind and engraved into his very being.

He remembered this scent well. A cross of apple and just the slightest hint of cinnamon. The only way to get the perfect profile of this smell was to use the Force Herbs he had planted so many of in the Segmented Cube. But, the Segmented Cube had obviously been with him this entire time, so the only way this would have worked was if she took it with her.

Leonel hadn't been to that garden since Aina left. For all he knew all those Force Herbs had died, or maybe there wasn't any of them left at all.

Scent was probably the sense most capable of triggering memories, and not only that, but it was intertwined with emotion so deeply that they couldn't be divorced from one another. What Leonel did know was that this smell had most definitely not been on Aina that day, or else even with all the foolish rage in the world, he might not have been able to speak those words.

What Leonel didn't know was that Aina had only taken a single flower with her, feeling too guilty to justify any more. She had kept it with her all this time and managed to convince herself to finally use it over a year later for this very moment.

Leonel's gaze slowly regained its focus, looking down at the Amethyst Token in his hand. His heart didn't feel the heaviness at all. In fact, even though his hand felt as though it might fall through the earth at any moment, his heart felt as light as a feather and his gaze was as calm as a lake's surface.

Aina handed him this Token, what did it mean? Leonel felt that it was quite clear.

She spoke of leading the Sector but the momentum in her gaze was far deeper and vaster than that.

She gave Leonel this Token, telling him that he needed it more than she did, because she knew of his goal. How could the future King of the Dimensional Verse be subservient to another? Even in his first step toward glory, he should always be at the front, his back in full view of everyone else.

of wind, he landed on the arena just

many were too speechless to say a

sit next

her side before she could protest,

…

was already nothing else he could do about it.

Myghell at all. His gaze shifted from the Amethyst Token, sifting through the crowd until it landed on a familiar man, the very man who had almost blown his head to bits

seem to be angry with Miel at all. In fact, maybe he was a bit

a light breath left Leonel's lips. Something about his disposition shifted and the

back, unmoved. Even after being forcefully teleported to the stage and

than Leonel's own. In fact, there was no coldness either, just a blank wall

on Myghell, at least not as easily as he could seem to grasp others. He was a man of few words and he didn't

felt he knew

and unfeeling. He did things at his greatest convenience and didn't care about what harm he caused otherwise. He didn't feel shame not because he couldn't, but rather because he felt he had never done anything shameful.