Dimensional Descent

Fear wasn't something that Leonel could ever remember feeling, or at the very least, any memories of when he was were completely unimportant because he had likely been too young for it to matter. Even when the Metamorphosis descended onto Earth and he was thrust into life and death situations almost immediately, he had never really wavered in such a way.

He could remember his first entry into the Mayan Tomb quite clearly, and although he had felt apprehension, fear wasn't really at the forefront of his thoughts. In fact, the boldest emotion he remembered feeling from that time was guilt due to the lives he had taken.

Even back then, he was calm and cool under pressure, able to use his smarts to get him out of situations he otherwise had no business getting out of. By the end of those few days, he had become a war machine, killing with every step and using those olden guns as though they were pistols.

Looking back now, Leonel was much calmer about the matter and didn't feel the same fluctuations, but he could still remember it all clearly.

Just days after that he entered wore torn France and battled alongside some of the bravest men in history without feeling inadequate, and not much longer after that he battled against an entire Fort on his own with nothing more than a cold expression.

In fact, now that Leonel thought about it, the greatest instance of fear he had experienced ever since entering the Dimensional Verse wasn't related to himself at all, but was rather Aina's. He could still remember how she shivered in the face of the Puppet Master when she lost control of her body.

But now, Leonel was feeling so much fear that his breathing hurried, his skin turned a pasty white color, and he was completely drenched in sweat.

Every step forward made him feel as though he was suffering the worst kind of torture. In reality, the only thing keeping him going was his own stubbornness.

After a while, his smile faded and he became quite a bit angry. There was no doubt that this tablet was tweaking and pulling at the strings of his mind as he pleased.

Every time he completed a calculation for a leap, he was absolutely certain of how far he had to jump, he would even see it through the whole way, however even so the fear would come in stronger and stronger waves. The only way for this to be happening is for this to go beyond just illusions, the Emperor's Might tablet was directly influencing his soul.

was that he didn't seem to have a way to stop

leap just the same way anyone else of the Third Dimension would need to. He had

BANG!

His jaw was steeled and his gaze

tablet was forcing him to feel, but it was all too real, all too tangible,

teeth, Leonel jumped

of fear came, even though his momentum was perfect, even though his arc in the air didn't falter, even though the platform appeared right beneath his feet

felt like he was really nearing some sort of psychological limit, but he had only climbed up nine stairs, while up ahead, there

'Damned tablet.'

his teeth so

his knees once more,

they stood on a glass floor at the top of a sky scraper. It was completely irrational,

fear would come again

Will power was something that you honed through hardship, you couldn't just be born

how much confidence he had in himself, how could his will power be great? Often times,