Dimensional Descent

So, that was what Leonel did. Not standing on ceremony, he pilfered everything he could find, hoping that he would make some sort of breakthrough. But, for the first time, it actually came quite slow to him.

He didn't understand much about music theory. What made notes sound good together, what was harmony, he didn't even know what a scale was.

Music wasn't really a path followed in the Dimensional Verse, maybe because it was too complex, or maybe because many didn't really see a point. There seemed to be a Force for everything, but there was no such thing as "Music Force", the same way there was no such thing as "Art Force" or "Painting Force".

Instead, such existences were amalgamations of other Force applied in seemingly useless ways.

Music Force was just a different application of vibrational Forces that sounded good to the ear, but there was no set 'Music Force'. Rather, there was no such thing at all. It was a seemingly silly application of something that was otherwise greatly useful.

The Dwarven Race, however, was able to break through this uselessness and find something far deeper hidden within, and this was what greatly fascinated Leonel. At the same time, it taught him a valuable lesson.

Leonel didn't like wasting time on things that didn't seem to make logical sense to him. If it couldn't be explained, then it was a mostly useless endeavor. This sort of philosophy governed most of the things he did, even down to his own moral doctrines and how he valued life itself.

However, if Leonel were to make a guess at how exactly the Dwarven Race had stumbled onto such a wonderful Force Art language, he would have to admit that there was no way they had seen the truth from the very beginning.

their homes with acoustics in mind because they loved it, they had researched music to its very end, despite its "uselessness", purely

greatest geniuses or maybe even a collection of them, finally

it had taken? If Leonel had been among their people, he would have probably been among the first to say just how much

he say this now? Of course

wondered just how many things could be like this? But he also wondered

shine…? Or was it that there was never someone great enough born with enough

all things inherently useful or useless? Or could everything be made useful so long as the greatest extremes were taken? He truly didn't know. He could only find himself

down something his grandfather had

take things

blinked, not

was when he was mad or enraged by something, and these days, the only

gaze went cold, but at best, he just focused a bit more. Leonel's belief in his own father was simply far too high and far too great. Someone like Micarth taking his father's life was far too much

had never seen his dad be anything other than a sarcastic prankster all his life. The old

look in his father's eyes when he said those three words. The rage, the fury, the willingness to watch

why Leonel lost control of his temper when he learned that the Three Finger Cult was present, to the point that he didn't