Dimensional Descent

Aina sat in silent meditation, her aura in perfect balance. She took deep breaths, controlling her inhale and exhale in cycles that lasted sometimes up to several minutes.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes just as there was a light knock to her and Leonel's room.

"Yes, you can enter."

Savahn came in with a worried expression on her face, one that actually caused Aina to laugh slightly.

"What is it?"

Savahn was speechless. "Why are you laughing, this is serious."

"I don't know, this is just the first time in a while I've seen anything but a smile on your face, I found it interesting."

Savahn blushed, seemingly understanding what Aina was getting at. But then she remembered that she wasn't entirely without ammo in this conversation.

"You're one to talk, I can still smell it in the air."

Aina suddenly panicked. "Smell? What smell?!"

Aina's head snapped around before she froze. This time, it was her turn to blush. There was no smell, clearly Savahn was just making fun of her and had won this round.

all been an act, but by now, she knew

coughed slightly, trying to clear her

come here for something important? Look at

Savahn laughed, "about as innocent as a death row

was too flustered to respond, Savahn graciously took her victory and remembered that

the news... Hutch has died already

that Hutch was quite important to Leonel although she had never interacted much with the man personally. Even so, it was impossible

grandparent who wanted their grandchild's life. However, Hutch had been unlucky

even without being there, Leonel knew that Hutch would choose to die rather than make such a voice. It didn't

that this era had passed him by. Despite his talent, he never really felt the same passion he had in his

his choice or not, Aina knew that Leonel

should we do?"

a deep breath and exhaled.

"Even with the capital being

smiled bitterly. She couldn't repeat what Leonel had said before he left. Her thoughts flashed and she remembered that annoying

is what he had said. That man was really too much. This was an existential crisis, but he could only see his beef with his

was too lazy to explain. If he could stop the unnecessary deaths, he would, but he wasn't some sort

something tying Emperor Fawkes' hands, likely the same thing tying down the

a hand and deal with everything, he would have. As such, there was a certain delicate approach

to leave but hesitated for a