Dimensional Descent

Velasco's spear descended, the last of his Force piercing through the world.

Everything in its path was shredded to pieces, nothing it touched could remain unscathed. It was a strike that carried the purity of fatherhood, casting light onto the shadows and brightness upon the dark. Even compared to the strike he had used to kill King, Velasco knew that this was the greatest spear strike he had ever levied in his life.

It was his greatest pride.

Anselma's attack never touched even a single hair on Leonel's head.

Velasco fell into silence, the last echo of his laughter filling the skies. His spear was steady, his back was straight. But at that moment, his pair of glasses, a pair that he had begun to wear the day his son was born, and did until this very day, fell from his nose, clicking as it landed on the ground below.

At that moment, the seemingly normal pair of glasses began to flash with images. One after another, memories that even Leonel could only barely seem to remember began to play through their lenses.

He saw his father pick him up with the biggest smile on his face. It was the first time he had seen his son. He had never thought that he would want children in his life, but he had actually found a woman that he truly loved, a woman that he respected, and she had repaid that trust with the most beautiful of little boys.

He saw the absolute fury of his father after his Innate Node was taken away. His father, who never seemed to care about his safety at all, almost destroyed the planet entirely. If not for the pleading of his grandmother, and the state of sickness his mother was in after giving birth to him, having only just barely begun to recover after their trip, the Luxnix family would have been wiped from the face of the Earth at that time.

He watched as his father got used to raising a baby on his own. This confident man, unmoved and untouched by everything, couldn't even seem to put a diaper on properly. He read the instructions again and again, looking back and forth between a small, giggling Leonel and the package in his hands, stumped at what to do.

to be sterner, to be stricter. He bundled up his care and affection, storing it away. He bought Leonel his first bike and watched from the side, cross-armed and unmoved as the small Leonel tried and failed to ride it again and again, refusing to lend a helping

wounds in his sleep, carefully cleaning them so that they wouldn't be infected, and

subordinating himself to scientists that he could have killed with the snap of the finger all for the sake of learning a discipline that didn't exist in the wider Dimensional Verse, all so that he could fully design the vomit brew Leonel had drank every day for more than a

again. On constant repeat. Even after such a battle, they didn't have even the slightest crack on them. It was impossible to tell just how much effort Velasco had

so that Alienor could watch Leonel grow up. Stuck in the Void Palace, there was no

obvious flaw in his story. Leonel's mother had long since left the Void Palace,

he still wear the glasses that he clearly

of the world around him seemed so minuscule in the face of his father's

some of its focus. He called out to his father, hoping that he would answer, hoping

a little bit

funny, the joke is played

forward and touched his father's back, pushing

didn't budge even an inch. Strong and steady, an ancient

sticky liquid dripping down it. It felt as though he had dunked his hand into a bucket of red paint, he couldn't even see a single inch of his own

if you don't turn around

life. He had never reacted to his father's pranks like this, even after he made fun of him after his and Aina's breakthrough, he had