Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked toward Shan'Rae with an unreadable expression. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, mostly because in reality he was trying to deduce what this woman meant. A favor was being returned? To who exactly? And who could make a race of people on this level return a favor?

There only really seemed to be one answer... The Fawkes family.

It was the only logical answer but it was also one that Leonel wasn't willing to accept immediately. There was an obvious flaw you didn't even need to be as intelligent as him to comprehend, and that was the fact that the Pyramids had been destroyed by Leonel's time. In fact, they had been destroyed before Fawkes truly came into power. Also, if this favor was returned so early on, where was Emperor Fawkes? And if he had the help of this race, why in the world would it take him so long to conquer Earth? A place filled to the brim with mortals?

He was still missing something. No, he was missing a significant part of the story.

He didn't say this, though. Instead, he directly attacked, his fist descending like a shooting star.

Shan'Rae's pupils constricted, clearly not having expected this, but it was already too late. She was struck in the face.

Leonel frowned. His fist felt odd, it was as though he was punching something far larger than himself, but also akin to a bundle of clouds. At the same time, it was as though all of his power was sinking into the depths of space, dispersing an infinite number of times before it turned to nothing.

Even so, he followed through and then retracted his fist as though he had expected it. In the end, it came off as more of a slap than anything else, but without the same sort of disrespect that came with an open palm.

Shan'Rae's gaze flashed with fury, but then something peculiar as though she had realized something. By the time her head turned back from being turned to the side, and she looked toward Leonel again, it was as though nothing at all had happened.

mouth." Leonel said lightly. "I asked you

my, I'm sorry my esteemed prince. This humble servant should have been

he wasn't the real El'Rion, but for whatever reason, she didn't do anything about it. Or maybe she was unable to do anything about

these? She could see

more shocking that she could see through him. The matter of Sub-Dimensional Zones dealt with the Folds of Reality themselves. In a lot of ways, they were the

tell if she was making fun of him for trying to pretend to be something

lesser beings that it just might be impossible for one she deemed to be so to move her emotions,

ate right out of a garbage

of arrogance that Leonel had simply never seen before, because it wasn't born or created. Rather, it was hereditary, passing down

hadn't been the best

chuckled again, not taking it very seriously, but Leonel had already attacked. This time, the result was far different than what it had been in the past. Before,

Creation.

BANG!

to her indifference and disdain, it was