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

using his Ability Index to force the

away with a few hundred kilometers instead, he would have done so. But unfortunately, that

'What a headache.'

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 dozen

was in terms of pure Dream Force stamina. But, unfortunately, without his Dream Stars, his recovery of that enormous pool

a bit light, and his unhappiness hadn't vanished

Most of them were just sitting silently, some were pacing about, but no matter what they were doing,

in their eyes, some had resolve, and some even had anger that was pointed

gone for half a day at all, but

all opposition sounded great, until you were suddenly gone and those you had helped all the while had to do something you had

the dark side of what Leonel had

the Morales was in his hands, and that was a handicap to one of their greatest trump cards. While the Morales were still strong alone, before he had left and suddenly vanished, they had only just begun to deal with their

all together suddenly gone, the Morales had likely had a huge push and pull internally,

disappear for so long, he would have never revealed the hidden faction of the Morales so casually. That was a secret that most were likely not even aware of, and without him, his bastard of a grandmother could easily take advantage to reach a conclusion that

really should have told him before he did all of this. He would have had several

eyes and began to focus on something he was much better at dealing with. He needed to find a solution to this issue;

heir had long since died at his hands and his soul had dissipated