Dimensional Descent

Aina appeared by Leonel's side. She knew him well enough to know why the smile had disappeared from his face even if he didn't spell it out for her.

After the matters related to what seemed like Leonel's future self, he had been entirely carefree. But in these last three days, he had become serious once more, entirely silent and unmoving. It felt like every time she looked for him, he was standing in this very spot.

Without a word, Aina took Leonel's hand, looking out toward the failing formation. His hand felt sturdier than usual. It seemed as though, despite what his expression might show, he was still the same steady hand.

This serious expression of his was nothing more than him keeping receipts, remembering this moment quite well.

His impression of the Morales family was still overall quite good. It was probably difficult for old folk that had been doing things one way all their lives to suddenly change.

It probably also had to be remembered that they were probably just as arrogant individually as Leonel was. After all, to step into the Eighth Dimension, which of them weren't the absolute geniuses of their era? In fact, the only reason they didn't get a fancy name like the Cataclysm Generation was one because they hadn't experienced such a disaster, and second because in their day, only one or two of them appeared at a time.

How could you name an entire generation when there were only a couple of stars among them?

But this only made these Ancestors even more arrogant. They were used to not having any opponents at all. In their view, in their youth, they were probably no worse than Leonel. They glanced over the details, ignoring the things that made them uncomfortable and focusing on what gave them confidence. It was human nature and something that even powerhouses of their stature weren't immune to.

Ultimately, they still had the intention to crown Leonel their Patriarch, they still saw him as a Morales, they still felt that he was the pride of their family, they only wanted to remind him that in the past, they too had once been the pride of the Morales family.

a younger version of them. And yet, not only were there multiple of them,

it made sense on some level if you

the past, right now it was like an oppressive, shining

family didn't show him the due respect he deserved. Even when he was at his most docile, and the most lacking in ability, back then when he first met King Arthur and casually took a knee to bow because he didn't care much... His limit of patience toward those who didn't give

to contact him was burning like an inferno

so, after a moment,

the teleportation platform to his back

a shame if the Human Domain didn't witness this matter, right? I can't have old fogies thinking that

how to feel. Her gaze was a cross between confusion, worry, and a hint of support as though she was trying her best to put on a

she saw the brightness in Leonel's gaze, it seemed to illuminate the darkness within her thoughts. It was as though a galaxy of violet was hidden within, expanding with the grandeur of the big bad and the beauty of a nebula that

of his control, roaring with the arrogance of a mythical creature never before

thought, Leonel

it was of something entirely different. The

and his hair