Dimensional Descent

"Yip! Yip!"

Leonel felt as though a boulder had slammed into his chest. He had barely stepped into the region when a familiar blur of black assaulted him.

He fell to the ground, his face suffered an attack from a wet mass of pink. However, what should have been a soft tongue made Leonel feel as though layers of his face were coming off piece by piece.

Leonel laughed. Little Blackstar had never licked him like this before. It seemed he had left the little guy alone for too long, only to come back and find that the little mink had become a dog instead.

Leonel peeled Blackstar away from himself, holding the little mink up. He couldn't help but be surprised by what he saw.

Little Blackstar had moved so fast previously that he hadn't gotten a good look, but the little mink had gone from fun sized to massive. The Blackstar Leonel knew was barely over a foot long, but this Blackstar was easily three feet long and three times as thick as well. Though the not as little guy could still easily rest on his shoulders as usual, he was much larger than before.

Leonel could even see a hint of maturity behind the little one's eyes, something that made him sigh. Little Blackstar was just a baby when Leonel met him, but now he was grown.

Actually, if Leonel thought about it, Little Blackstar was only about as old now as he himself was.

Of course, it didn't make much sense to look at things like that. After all, the lifespan of Third Dimensional minks versus Third Dimensional humans was easily a ten times difference.

all that long before the little one entered the Seventh. Lifespan at this level wasn't really much

Leonel grinned.

what

Blackstar vanished from Leonel's hands. Before Leonel could be confused, he heard some laughter coming from his back and realized that Blackstar had actually abandoned him in search of brighter, greener, and definitely

rose to his feet with a

of a year ago, Blackstar had obviously stayed with Leonel.

didn't bully Blackstar, did you?" Leonel looked toward

quite wrap his head around what he was seeing. But while it was vast, it was also quite empty. The Segmented

They couldn't be considered to be high class Force

thank me. Whether it's the little mink, or

This was actually something that he was worried about. Wise Star Order couldn't harm him now, but that didn't mean

sneered as though he couldn't wait for something. But, the little girl, or rather, Anastasia, as

his own trumpet. He only helped because there was nothing better to do in this place. For someone who's lived so long, he completely lacks patience. All he's good at are little tricks, but

had not to burst out in laughter, but the

think that the mighty Wise Star Order would have such a day

looks like a little girl doesn't mean