Dimensional Descent

'Void Beast...'

The greatest interaction that Leonel had ever had with void beasts was with the vile of blood that had changed much of Little Blackstar's future. However, the more he learned, the more ridiculous he felt that matter was.

Back then, Kira had told him that her family found the corpse of a Void Beast that had already died long ago, and thanks to that, they were able to gather up its blood. But even though she had admitted that they hadn't killed it, Leonel had still found that master odd. In fact, he felt that the idea that a Void Beast could exist in the Dimensional Verse at all was far too ridiculous. This kind of world couldn't accommodate such a powerful creature. So...

Where could its corpse have come from?

Looking at the carcass of the beast formed into a ship above him, he realized that he might be looking at the answer right before. What if it was precisely this ship that Kira's family had found in the past? But then, that left another question... Just where had it come from?

This led him down the very same rabbit hole that had left him silent for so long in the first place. Just who were these race of people and where had they come from? And why did they make him feel like the Spirituals that he had placed on such a high pedestal... were worthless beings?

Leonel slowly stood from his throne, stepping out and into the air. With a flicker, he had appeared on the back of the corpse ship, his hands clasped behind his back and his movements slow and deliberate.

it, but if they had known that this was the first time Leonel had ever seen such a

never recovered. The lucky among those spent the rest of their lives in depression. Those that landed in the middle might push on for several more years before finally succumbing and committing suicide. As for those that were the unluckiest, they would never awaken, frozen

most powerful creature in all of

immediately look as though it had any form. It was a mass of swirling shadows that sometimes solidified, but seemed to prefer

more you looked at it, the more the defined patterns of movement cleared in your sights, and the

onto a single pointed surface that barely resembled the majestic head of a dragon. Its body was both scaled and furred, but seemed to be formed of twisting masses of thick, condensed lines of darkness that looked somewhat like a being skinned to reveal the muscle mass beneath. It looked as though these muscle fibers could pull themselves apart or retwist together into an entirely new form so long as the Void Beast willed it, and it was also this flexibility that allowed the countless rows of dark windows that made up

fear would then take root. The image would fade and etch itself into your soul as though it

Beast seemed to have was real or not, or if it was all a ploy from the very beginning to force

might expect from El'Rion, Prince of the Pluto Race. However, who it was not expected