Dimensional Descent

Leonel appeared in the far-off distance with a pale expression. It looked as though his face had been completely drained of all color.

Using this ability really took a lot out of him, though, he could already see some of its parameters.

When he used it on actual people, the requirements were far more stringent. He also noticed that the closer something was to being "complete", the more difficult it was as well.

Take, for example, the arrow that the demon monkey sent his way. Because it was close to taking his head, and he waited so long to say the words "disperse", it took more energy to deal with it.

If he had commanded as the demon monkey was taking action, or before it had taken action, he would have been in a much better situation. This was his measure of "completeness".

So why was he so tired now? Was it because he had used it on himself, or Little Blackstar, maybe?

Leonel didn't think so. Little Blackstar didn't resist, and it was easiest to use it on himself even in comparison to the outside world. Toward that effect, Leonel actually believed that he was skipping steps.

This Ability Index, at least at its current level, probably worked best on himself. But he was pushing it to work on the outside world.

As for why he was so tired, that was part of it, but another reason was that he had pushed himself hard.

pushed it. That took into account the fact he was mostly restricted to ambient Spatial Force and the strength of the world he was

kilometers, using his Ability Index to force the Spatial

done so. But unfortunately, that would have still been in range

'What a headache.'

just the level of strain he had undergone. Someone else, with a more normal pool of Dream Force, assuming all other parameters were the same, might have only been able to extend a kilometer of initial range to a few

went to illustrate just how superior Leonel was in terms of pure Dream Force stamina. But, unfortunately, without his Dream Stars, his recovery of that enormous pool was likewise frighteningly

caught his breath. His head felt a bit

Cube to look upon the dozens of bear beasts. Most of them were just sitting silently, some were pacing about, but no matter what

some had resolve, and some

half a day at all, but

your back and crushing all opposition sounded great, until you were suddenly gone and those you had helped all the while had to do something you had never allowed them to do-this time

the dark side of what Leonel had

Morales was in his hands, and that was a handicap to one of their greatest trump cards. While the Morales

together suddenly gone, the Morales had likely had a huge push and pull internally, making it far easier

Morales so casually. That was a secret that most were likely not even aware of, and without him, his bastard of a grandmother

him before he did all of this. He would have

ignored the emotions in their eyes and began to focus on something he was much better at dealing with. He needed to find

his hands and his soul had dissipated long ago. After all, Leonel hadn't had [Breathe] or [Assimilate] back then, so he didn't have an option to fully reanimate