Dimensional Descent

Leonel had learned a lot from his time in the Void Library. Among the Fourth Dimensional information he had learned about, he had read a lot about the culture of the Dwarven Race.

He had learned about their love of darkness and the underground, he had learned about their mating rituals and practices, their love of nature, and he had also learned about their love of music. It was said that the Dwarven Race built their homes into mountains not just for darkness and safety, but also because it gave them the greatest control over the architecture.

The Dwarven Race didn't build their homes… they sculpted them.

By taking this approach, they were able to form a sort of resonance with the earth. The sounds traveled perfectly, better than even the greatest concert halls of Earth.

Although Leonel had never heard it, he learned that the Dwarven Race were known for their beautiful voices and that they were even able to use their wings to tune to their pitch and warp their sound.

Oddly enough, they didn't have to make or design any instruments of their own, insisting on using nature and their bodies as their two only mediums.

Leonel hadn't thought much about this when he read it, he had only been focused on consuming as much information as he could so that he could find the information he needed to save the Segmented Cube from a lifetime of being a paperweight. But, when he had begun reading through the tome this time around, his Dreamscape sparked.

Usually, when Leonel's Dreamscapeleapedt into action, it would connect him to some big discovery. But, this time, it just kept reminding him about these seemingly useless facts again and again. And that… was when Leonel finally noticed.

"Aina, hum this for me."

Aina blinked. She wasn't a very artistic person either, in that way, she and Leonel were a perfect match. In fact, she was actually even less artistic than Leonel since at least this boyfriend of hers was quite good at talking, she wasn't even able to do that.

Aina was quite aware that in their clashes of wit, Leonel often let her win. If not for this, she would probably never come out on top in a war of words with this man. This was only further confirmed after she learned how fast Leonel's mind worked.

a single retort, Leonel would have probably thought of a hundred

Aina hesitating, the coldness and focus in Leonel's gaze receded as he looked

"What, nervous?"

still in the mood

never sung before, I don't even know if I

Aina bit her lip.

her father told her that her mother was quite fond of singing. This wasn't something that she had thought about in a very long time, a long lost

when she felt the warmth of Leonel's

cheek on his shoulder for a moment

think it would be a shame if that beautiful voice

this before. Clearly, you just want to use

felt much lighter like

been lifted, the beauty

able to control her innate coercion, she make people hold onto her every word. But, in recent times, that coercion had been reined in, and she

I just need to match the tone, right?

this, she didn't think it would be too hard. Both she and Leonel had great control over their bodies, something like outputting

coercion free too,"

a brief hesitation, she chose to do as Leonel asked, the caution in her gaze replaced by the reassurance of the man by her

line through the air, and a

his bones had gone soft, the delicate drifting sound of Aina's voice matching the pitch perfectly. Even long after the hum had