Dimensional Descent

"What's all that supposed to mean?" Milan asked.

James shrugged. "You asked, I answered. I don't know what else you want from me. Believe in my guess or don't, not like we can do anything about it anyway. That man won't listen to anyone right now. The only person he would listen to is dead now."

"Not necessarily," Joel suddenly spoke.

"You think Aina can do something?"

"Maybe, but that's not what I meant. Though... probably not. He still has that silver dictionary. Maybe it can talk some sense into him."

The group fell into silence again. It made sense, the trouble was... who would do it? That silver disk was probably the possession Leonel valued the most right now, it would always be in his possession and on his mind. It also didn't respond to anyone's voice but Leonel's own. Expecting someone who was hurting to find their own path to healing was like asking a baby to feed and dress itself.

Just like that, even if they felt that they had the solution, they would never be able to use it. Maybe only Aina or his mother could get him to try and use it.

Like James had said... the so-called "true Leonel" was the man his father had raised. The other Leonel wasn't exactly a real person, but rather the influence of one. The first usually trumped the latter, unless... the first completely shut down.

James shook his head. "You lot are too depressed about this."

You said all of that and now you want us to act like everything's fine? What if he goes out there and gets himself killed, what then? No one's gonna be

hasn't earned that right yet. But

game is a little bit different than challenging all the

normal, Third Dimensional boy, facing off against a team with far more Five Stars than his own, while his only Five Star receiver is throwing the game on purpose, probably has no business winning that

silence and James closed his eyes with

he's in the Seventh Dimension with access to far more weapons than just his arm

probably wouldn't piss him off when he's

into silence, his smile slowly fading. Pissing Leonel off now wasn't just a small matter. In fact, it could very well be an existential matter. The usual Leonel had an off button, he had a limit, he had values that he would usually stick to. As for this Leonel... it was doubtful that he even had

...

effort, because the truth of the matter was that he couldn't even try to move. He couldn't feel his muscles flexing, he couldn't even send the

it truly meant to be frozen in time, and this was the power of The Hourglass. One didn't even have

but he was a step

SHUUU! PCHU!

overwhelming power pierced into El'Rion's wrist, cutting through it and almost exiting from the other side. Although it failed to make it all the way through, it didn't matter. What needed

What had just

just thought of Leonel and willed him to be frozen. It shouldn't have mattered what schemes