Dimensional Descent

Cornelius watched Leonel, his expression warping from time to time.

'30%... He's gotten 30% stronger in a few hours… 40… 50... 80…'

Cornelius felt as though his head was spinning. A part of him wanted to believe that this wasn't improvement speed but rather just Leonel showing more of the strength he already had. But, he felt like he knew better than to try and conclude such a thing.

What was the most baffling was that he felt a change in Leonel after that fight…

'Those three… That young man is from the Sith family, the leading head of Shield Cross Star's Stealth Unit. He isn't the best among their current generation, but he's still within the top five, he's even awakened the Sith Lineage Factor to such a level already. But…'

Cornelius could feel it. Leonel got bored, and the instant he did, the rapid improvement that he was experiencing plummeted. It was as though Leonel could use his own mood to influence how fast his own progress could be. Cornelius had never heard of something like this before.

'Does he not have goals and aspirations? Does he not have something to strive for outside of what's right in front of him?'

If Leonel could hear Cornelius' thoughts he would be baffled. Reason being, he definitely had a goal to strive after. He wouldn't be able to understand how or why Cornelius would come to such a conclusion. However, for any neutral outside observer, Cornelius' conclusion wasn't only sound, it was reasonable and felt like the truth.

A person who had bought into their purpose, who truly strove after it with all they had, wouldn't be like Leonel. Why would something like boredom slow him down? Monotony was something anyone who wanted to succeed would have to learn to accept.

didn't believe in his goal…?

of what Leonel wanted to accomplish, rather than feeling that it was all ridiculous, he might look toward Leonel more

two real

was either Leonel didn't take his goal to conquer

was so confident in his inevitable success

…

that he was likely being observed, but he had already thrown such thoughts to the back

disappear and that paths formed by others could be used, he realized that this was a great opportunity. The more time passed, the

the more empty paths there were the more geniuses would begin to travel along them. If Leonel ignored the easy paths to take,

to run into each other. From the beginning, this was the design.

waking up. When she finally did so, she realized that she lay on something

up slightly, Blackstar's twin tails allowing her all

change, Little Blackstar, who hovered in the forehead of his foggy

greeted Aina, causing

before him to pay attention to any of that. The defined muscles of his back, shoulders and lats rippled with

breath, looking down at her hands. She felt much better. In fact, she felt

decades of dealing with a curse day in and day out, this felt like a light punishment.

as she pulled her torso taut. Her