Dimensional Descent

There were three individuals who stepped out, all dressed in elaborate robes wrapped in violet, blacks and silvers. It seemed to paint the picture of swirling a nebula and was most definitely a beautiful contrast in colors and construction. It took no more than this for Leonel's cool uniform senses to tingle once again.

He had already forgotten the weight of the conversation, looking them up and down as though he could already envision himself wearing it.

For someone who didn't care about how he dressed much, Leonel was very much obsessed with how well the organizations he joined did in this fashion. But, maybe only he was aware of the reason why this was.

"Late?" Alienor asked lightly.

Her demeanor seemed to have completely shifted. There was nothing left of a loving mother and there was only a calm indifference left. The pressure she exuded multiplied several times over, causing the brows of the woman who had stepped forward to furrow.

Of the three that had appeared, all of them were Sector Ranked disciples and were, as such, well acquainted with one another.

The young woman who spoke was maybe the most powerful of the three and as such had spoken on their behalf. But, even though her words were laced with an impatience and hardly concealed anger, if it was contrasted with how furious she had been earlier, it would be obvious to anyone that she was being reserved right this moment and only became more so after Alienor had spoken.

"The last group before yours arrived over a month and a half ago. What possible explanation could you have for delaying us all for so long?"

Leonel had originally been paying attention to the subtleties of the conversation. He could see that power dynamic here and it was quite clear that his mother was a step above. It seemed that even though she couldn't be as rampant as Velasco, she had her own small hegemon. However, Leonel's attention was soon pulled away by something else.

respect were a bit off. It took Leonel a moment, but he

him and he noticed that even Aina and Myghell still had a deep frown marring

would soon realize, though, that this

"Yip! Yip!"

Little Blackstar appeared and vanished whenever the little guy felt like it, but he rarely appeared in situations where Leonel wasn't alone, at least not so

excitedly jumped around, appearing and

flashed back to Leonel's head or hair, he didn't seem ready to rest and

"Yip! Yip!"

alright. I get it,

"Yip! Yip!"

before it suddenly flashed with a hint of surprise. She realized that by Leonel's style of dress that he wasn't yet a disciple

to this place was more than just about the teleportation over. It would make sense for Little Blackstar to be fine as he hadn't had to take the brunt of the travel over. However… Not only was this region a Seventh Dimensional World that sat at the very pinnacle, far beyond what most had ever experienced,

a few parts per billion. But, this concentration was already enough to make a

technology to make the density of Anarchic Force negligible, it was best to get the disciples accustomed to this

how was this tiny, insignificant

seemed not to have heard her son's 'outburst' at all. Instead, she replied just as evenly as she

do with me? There is no deadline and every Selection is left up to